The Call of the Sea Witch

 

Aye--I wish tonight that you might come a dancin' with me...

Think Mist's of Avalon a blowin' through and wild Celtic music playing-- better yet, put some on

In the wee hours of the morn,  I write to you by magic cross candlelight and wild herbs a burning , a smudge of sage and a touch of sandalwood. The mood is set and the time is right.  I want to share with you as it is happening a hauntingly beautiful experience unfolding right before me. I am soaring- being energetically transported back to a time so long, long ago-- 

An alchemical brew as I go deeper and deeper, all the right ingredients coming together in such a way as to invoke a haunting far off memory -- a dream-- a place and a era gone by-- the foghorns of ships that passed in the night once long ago when I was living in England and  just wee and knew nothing of what life would bring--

Yet in that moment way back when, something crystallized that defined me and somehow tonight the coming together of a balmy ocean wind blowing in from sea and the light from the crescent moon across a dark turquoise sky and a bursting open heart from the most absolutely beautiful CD mixture of Celtic Voices and melodies, mystical harmonies -- The Call of the Sea Witch-- all conspiring together to open the portal to places that I haven't seen or felt since that night as young young girl -- 

A place of promise when all possibility danced and playfully sang it's great love song to me that has pulled me always- the life long need to join in the quest for rare love and beauty -- to see behind the magic door--the sheer veil that parts that world from this- a place - a time when the  magic was alive and art was everything and for some reason on that night-  a seeming lifetime ago, the veil parted and I knew for just a short and wondrous while, what it was to be ethereal -- wild and free made of sound and light and gold dust unknown around these lands. It was true and it was real and I sense the excitement tonight of a knowing that it is to be again.

Enough writing now! The Music calls-- My body already undulating, swirling to old  familiar ancient sounds..

This wench must kick up her heels, This witch must dance as she moves  to the Call of the Sea   --- and so I shall--and so maybe shouldn't we all? ---   Dance a jig with us yes?

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Come aboard you pirates of the heart. We will pillage for love and pure joy and kick up our heels together-- As it is now and  should have always been...Together again.

Aye we lads and ladies be a twirlin' now! 

Never be too late they say--- This life is for the livin'

Join with me will ya? Join the dance of the ages.

Don't you be a worry'n now--  --The winds of change be a blowing strong across all miles of land and sea--

God's blessings raining down upon us all- of this I am certain.

just love,

Patrice