Yesterday marked Thanksgiving Day. Last night I offered up thanks for my bounty of blessings to the moon above.
She reflected onto the river like the ghostly galleon Alfred Noyes wrote about in his beautiful poem, The Highwayman. To truly appreciate the poem, I feel one must be treated to Loreena McKennitt’s version.
The world is a scary place right now. So much suffering. I offer up my wish that any person reading these words finds peace and joy. Blessings to you. Blessed be :}