At the crossroads I do stand. Diana, I offer you my hand.
I see the energy horse/unicorn in one eye and a galaxy in the other. I see you want to communicate…I am listening. I hear the brown creeper and hear that it does not matter which tree I spiral up as they all come from the same earth and reach up to the same sky.
Deer, I am friend. I am Witch.
The gentle side of the sun.