“In the season leaves should love,
since it gives them leave to move
through the wind, towards the ground
they were watching while they hung,
legend says there is a seam
stitching darkness like a name.

Now when dying grasses veil
earth from the sky in one last pale
wave, as autumn dies to bring
winter back, and then the spring,
we who die ourselves can peel
back another kind of veil
that hangs among us like thick smoke.”

from “Samhain” by Annie Finch.



Dance of Druids

In this time of transition, of dying, passing away, she became one with her spirit animal, the doe, and bathed herself in the last golden sunrays in the middle of the dew-smelling forest, among fern and ivy and immersed herself into this precious moment.

The doe means gentleness, being in touch with life's mysteries, innocence and inner child. She needed it at the moment, the ability to regenerate. She has never felt she belnged to autumn. She has always been the creature of summer, but this year everyting was different. She was melancholic and the smell of decay suited her, she almost felt at home sensing that the cycle of nature was coming to an end, that the world was going to sleep, just like her soul.

She was passing away.

She felt the presence of the doe, she knew it was her last sunset; the day after she was gone. The fern and ivy were still there, swaying softly in the wind. Nothing has changed, but the world knew that she was going to come back when nature decided to wake up once again, to live all the joy of the world, to experience its beauty only to reach the disappintment and decay in the end.

That was the circle of life, the balance of autumn gold and winter's chill; of spring's bloom and summer fever.



Bohemian dream


Dark haired fairy: Angie <3



The Forest Tale


She was an ageless woman, driven by desires and her inner fire. She chose to live in the wilderness, and never submitted herself to anyone.
She breathed forest air, always carried pebbles and shells in her pockets, and fire in her heart. She felt connection with all four elements, and those four things reminded her that she always served Mother Earth, and that you need no possessions to own the world to yourself.
Dancing by the fire and singing with the stars allowed her to fully spread the wings of her wilderness. She was both full and new moon, the waxing and the waning. All alone, she felt whole like never before. ***


The lost tales of Atlantis


This day was like any other. The underwater world was silent and peaceful as always, and the dim daylight hardly found its way into the depths of the ocean, to the mermaids' Kingdom of Atlantis. How could anyone expect that the ancient world, soaked in wisdom; the world that remained unchanged through centuries, can collapse in the blink of an eye? That all the pieces put together carefully and taken care of by many generations will crumble down so easily?

She was like a ghost walking by the shore, watching her whole world falling apart. The ocean was furious, the waves crashing by the rocks. Everything she ever knew and loved was falling into nothingness. Holding tight the statue's fragment, the only thing that was left of her home, she was thinking not only about all that she has lost, but also of what was awaiting her. For one last time, she laid down on the cool sand, listening to the waves; they were announcing changes.
The world became silent and peaceful again, the beach was empty. Walking away, she smiled to herself; it was going to be the first day of the rest of her life. ***