#loveinthetimeoftowers

[wildwitch-artandmagick]

The Ruling Days have ended and those of us who work at reading them have made our notes on the weather and other prophecies. Take a deep and cleansing breath. Let this wild wind (if you have it visiting your land) blow the last of the midwinter cobwebs from your searching mind. Breathe. And...breathe. Please take some time to ground yourself deeply and then strengthen the wards around you and yours. Good and strong? Tied into the land for endurance? Well done. Now bring up your personal shields. Yes, now, please. These are the times we were made for and their hold is shaky in these wobbly days. Hold to your core ethics. Don't be lured by shinies. Love those you love fiercely and dance every chance you get. This is Tower Time and we are only lightly prepared. Live brightly and find joy. Tend what needs to be tended. Practice kindness. Let it come. Witches, time to ride.

Byron Ballard

[wildwitch-artandmagick]

We are heading into the deeping dark of the year's dying. The Gabbleratchet is flying, the imps of chaos smell victory in the torn leaves. Deny them that, my dear and precious community. Pull their strong jaws apart and send them scuttling like crabs into the mould and crevices. Ground deeply now and feel the heavy Earth, waiting. Ground deeply and ponder your personal and cultural history. Breathe. Breathe. You know the next part, the old and chanted repetition of standing firm in the face of danger and despair. Kindred, shields up. Stand firm. These are the times we were made for. Light signal fires as need be. Summon your strength for the In-gathering. For the love of land and Ancestors, shields up.

Byron Ballard