Once upon a time, I lived by a big mountain. The North Wind use to come and whistle through a tiny crack in my window. I laid in my bed, listening to the whistling of the wind and watching the storms blow through the field. It was one morning of many mornings that I received teaching from the voice of Nature. The cold chill of the wind awakened me from my winter slumber and demanded my attention. " I am the Winter Crone; the wind began to say." She went on to say, " I come with the force of the North Wind. My cold breath freezes the Earth so that all of Nature becomes purified. My storms blow through the trees taking with it all the deadwood that is no longer needed. These lessons also need to be learned in human life. If you do not trim the deadwood in your life, sooner or later, a great storm will blow through and do it for you. It is necessary to purify yourself and get rid of the deadwood in your life. This act will create harmony and balance in mind, body, and emotions." The teaching of the Winter Crone.
Green Psalms is weaving the ancient memories found in the smallest of flowers and the reading of dew drops. Reseaching and exploring behind the Veils of the Virgin Mary that was once was expressed in the language of wild flowers, holy wells, hidden springs and candle light. These are the stories of Saints, Fairytales, Standing Stones and Sacred Land waiting for us to remember.
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Monday, March 21, 2022
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Sorrowful Mysteries I have chosen to do the rosary again in the early morning hours when the neighborhood is in a deep sleep. Last night I...
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