"This I Choose To Do"
"This I Choose to Do...
If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, There I choose to go.
I Choose.
This I choose to do."
Witches live on the edges of things.
Balance.
The Balance is key. When your mind is balanced, like the fulcrum. You become the pivot to all things around you.
One side goes up, one goes down.
The center experiences neither.
I am me. I am of the trees and of the Shadows.
I tell the hills what they are, every day. I hold them in my Bones. I hold them in my Heart.
I am A Witch of this Land. It tells me who I am everyday. I am in its Rocks. I am in its Streams.
I make my Hat of the skies, and my Cloak of the wind.
And I walk in the Midnight.
Edges. Of time, of space, of land, of love, of spirit, of life...of death.
Because edges are where the push of simple WILL, can change the course of it all.
A full moon can only wane. A New moon can only Wax.
But a Half moon...
Well....you get the Idea.
See you on the Edges....
If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, There I choose to go.
I Choose.
This I choose to do."
Witches live on the edges of things.
Balance.
The Balance is key. When your mind is balanced, like the fulcrum. You become the pivot to all things around you.
One side goes up, one goes down.
The center experiences neither.
I am me. I am of the trees and of the Shadows.
I tell the hills what they are, every day. I hold them in my Bones. I hold them in my Heart.
I am A Witch of this Land. It tells me who I am everyday. I am in its Rocks. I am in its Streams.
I make my Hat of the skies, and my Cloak of the wind.
And I walk in the Midnight.
Edges. Of time, of space, of land, of love, of spirit, of life...of death.
Because edges are where the push of simple WILL, can change the course of it all.
A full moon can only wane. A New moon can only Wax.
But a Half moon...
Well....you get the Idea.
See you on the Edges....

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