Away she goes, away
but not running, no
No longer is this a fleeing
I have learnt already the grass is not greener
just a mirage from across the way
for it is I that makes the grass green
with the songs & stories I feed it
A pilgrimage into the past
to the land on which my ancestors stood
Connection awaits me there
a homecoming for the heart
My lineage of word and magick
woven from flesh and bone
Away she goes, away
meandering down this fated path
nourishing the roots of my family tapestry
Hear me dearly departed, for I call to you
“We’ve been waiting my dear, welcome home”

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I am fortunate enough to be off on retreat this week. I will be immersed fully in the land, in the experience, in the people and in myself - so my phone will be OFF. The idea of this may scare some people, but for me it brings a sense of freedom.
I invite you to disconnect to reconnect. Try turning your phone off for an hour a day, and simply spend some time with yourself - Let me know how you get on.

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