‘As Rosemary is to the Spirit, so Lavender is to the Soul.‘ – Anonymous Gnarled and spotted thumb draws circles upon the worn linen sachet. Careful, careful, I remind myself. The yellowed fabric now so thin the contents… Read More
I run as quickly and quietly as I can. My feet are wrapped in soft worn hide and I barely make a sound as I skirt the elders who sit around the center fire. My hands cover my… Read More