Walking through the dark wood.
My home.
A fire burning in the hearth.
The forest mystic.

A knock at the door.
An ancient woman.
The Magdalene.
The Horned God.

Chaos and crisis in the outside world.
But here there is shelter, protection, stillness, and peace.
All find comfort here.

The Magdalene and I on a walking journey.
Finding buried bones.
Crawling into the grave atop of those bones,
absorbing them into myself.
Taking back my life.

A raven.
An owl.
My own wolf-dog.
All becoming a part of me.
Calling back my magic.

Returning home to my beloved.
Another knock at the door.
Ancient woman with a golden book
magically written in light.
Words uniquely mine.
They enter into me
and I speak.

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