Something has been in the air;
a call I’ve been hearing.
It’s no wonder summer is here.
I have no doubt now what’s in my blood; my ancestry.
Oracles of all types have been speaking about it.
11:44
My ancestors of lore; hung and burned at the stake.
It’s in our blood
I do not deny what’s within me.;
no, not anymore.
This
I must do something with.
What but live simply? Naturally?
A witch’s call of solstice—-
a dance—-
of Litha.
