Tales of a Winter Sun

A portal in the park (inspired by T. Rae’s Gates of Oria)

There is a time in the hushed solitudes of falling winter,

while the dreaming earth stirs softly beneath her frosted blanket,

where for a moment, we remember innocence and magic, and the incredible awe of being,

 

my world of light

where hope is renewed in the lighting of candles and a star leads the way to Bethlehem,

Treat yourself to Leonard Cohen’s touching and powerful Hallelujah sung by an amazing 8 year old girl – Rhema

 

Where grievances are put aside as we open our wounded hearts to receive the seeds of rebirth

“There’s a blaze of light in every word, It doesn’t matter what you heard, the holy or  the broken Hallelujah

Where my own dreams flow to the sacred music of haunted woodlands and enchanted children.

Tamar Kristofferdottir,  Icelandic maiden

 

a winter sun

and old tales are retold with feasting and friends

The London of Scrooge and Marley ( seen in a virtual setting called The Dickens Project)

and The Solstice Feast

where the lost are found and the poor are blessed

don’t be afraid Buddy, the angels know where we are”

and where angels walk among us

A prayer for Peace 

 

The midnight sun and a mythic Nordic winter

 

 

My own muse has not fully reawakened and if I don’t post again before Christmas I wish everyone a happy Solstice, a happy Hanukkah and a Merry Christmas. I thank everyone for their wonderful blogs and inspiration. Nollaig Shona, Nollaig Chridheil, Joyeux Noel, Buon Natale, God Jul.

 

For any virtual aficionados, a few of my pieces will be shown at the Paris Metro Art Gallery

If your curiosity is piqued check my friend Amanda’s blog post here Magick Thoughts  (link is on sidebar) for more info on how to create an SL account and attend this virtual event.

Metro Paris Gallery facebook page