WrittenLegacy

(I first wrote this in 2008, and since I find the intro entertaining, I think I'll leave it:) Apologies for the tardiness of this entry. A couple weeks ago, as my husband and I were driving, a huge deer jumped right in front of our car. We were absolutely fine, aside from a little shock and damage to the car itself. So I've been taking care of all that fun bureaucratic stuff that goes along with filing a claim. I was lamenting to my mother how this was impeding the progress of my Ostara diary when she pointed out that hitting that deer has everything to do with Wicca. And she's right. The stag, or horned god, is a major figure in Wicca. He

The white owl opens up her eyes, sways her vision to the skies; seeking out a creature's cry, through the woods' nocturnal sigh. In the darkness crickets sing, far beneath the owl's white wing. Dew drops to the leaves still cling, sparkling with a lucent sheen. Senses alert, she prepares for flight, hearing creatures near their plight, she spreads her wings into the night silent as moonlight, and as white.

Softly, the early bird spreads its wings Painting the ground with the color of its eyes Reaching, its feathertips embrace blue skies It touches horizon after horizon, the clouds follow forth Not one piece of life out of its grasp Gingerly placing dew upon the shriveled world, the beginning of rebirth

Shimmering rays fall like a curtain of golden dust, hitting the emerald grass of their essence And stroking the soft petals of blooming flowers smiling to the sun in reverence. Rustling leaves on the branches bow to a warm breeze, soughing; Higher, fluffy balls of cotton hover in a clear blue sky, floating. She is sitting by a tree where buds ornament its branches, A book in her lap and her head bent; down in her back falls two long tresses. The wind makes them fly and dance, plays with them and leaves only a mess; She turns a page, undisturbed; twirling around her, her dress. Birds chirp in the trees, towering over the world, their m

Your head popped out from the hole. You quickly withdrew it, then cautiously crept forward again. Your nose twitched as you looked around. It was warmer than the last time you were out. You hopped into the long grass, leaning close to the ground and perking up your ears. The soft swishing of the grass was the only sound. Assured you were safe from any threat, you bounced off across the field. The grass parted for you as you moved through it with speed. A dragonfly flew alongside you, and you raced it down the hill. Daffodils waved as you passed. At the brook you carefully crawled over rocks to dip your head to the water. You swallowed small

Springtime sunshine's scaring away winter sadness.

a young man; from a singular raising forced into manhood early in life seeking nothing; he stumbles upon magic in the most unlikely of towns vices aplenty; flood the sombre streets temptation gnawing on his heels mother's comapnion; the source of rage yet hate doesn't consume his soul stumbling along; he has become numb life goes on despite it all yet surprise; comes in the loveliest of forms in a defining time of his life a dark goddess; momentarily catches his eye glistening eyes scour his soul the desire; to meet this beauty overwhelms he seems almost hypnotized fate intervenes; bringing desire to life not that long afte