I'm in a Place right now so I want to share.
I haven't been Doing This for a terribly long time (coming up on nine years), but that's long enough for some basic pattern recognition.
I would love to impress upon all you who care for input: This isn't Linear, it never will be, and you can't make it be. So stahp trying.
If you are dry land, magic and spirits come upon you and flow away like the swollen river. If you are an oak tree, your fire rises up and falls away like leaves on a tree. If you are water, you are pushed and pulled to the otherworld as if held by the moon.
It doesn't matter if your path is nature-centric. This isn't about worshiping the earth.
The tree grows taller, year by year. The roots grow deeper, year by year. But every year the leaves fall. Every year the dry comes, then the wet. Progress doesn't mean a full crown of leaves at any season. Progress doesn't mean having a high tide whenever it suits your whims.
Let it go, let it be, and learn your own seasons.






















