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Crone Goddess. Celebrating the Wisdom of Age - In ancient times older women were the keepers of primal mysteries and were revered for their special wisdom.

Crone Goddess. Celebrating the Wisdom of Age - In ancient times older women were the keepers of primal mysteries and were revered for their special wisdom.

"May your mind be gentle  kind, quiet  still, peaceful  filled with love's light." ~@debra gaines gaines gaines gaines Ulrich #quote

"May your mind be gentle kind, quiet still, peaceful filled with love's light." ~@debra gaines gaines gaines gaines Ulrich #quote

I know that if I was walking around outside in the dark and saw this, I would be totally freaked out. A great drawing/painting all the same.

I know that if I was walking around outside in the dark and saw this, I would be totally freaked out. A great drawing/painting all the same.

With hope either you think something might happen, are expecting to happen or vaguely want to happen. But just the word hope immediately adds a carousel of confusing emotional baggage. It’s flighty, nondescript and one of the most easily misled emotions with all kinds of previous layers of imprints all over it for each individual. It also displaces action. -Zen Gardner

With hope either you think something might happen, are expecting to happen or vaguely want to happen. But just the word hope immediately adds a carousel of confusing emotional baggage. It’s flighty, nondescript and one of the most easily misled emotions with all kinds of previous layers of imprints all over it for each individual. It also displaces action. -Zen Gardner

In Every Life Seasons Change   Fall is Full of Reminders You Bring Beauty To Barren Trees As You Walk In Crisp Sounds Of The Fallen     Leaves ..There is Peace         Kindly,Karen

In Every Life Seasons Change Fall is Full of Reminders You Bring Beauty To Barren Trees As You Walk In Crisp Sounds Of The Fallen Leaves ..There is Peace Kindly,Karen

The skies they were ashen and sober...  The leaves they were crisped and sere...  It was night in the lonesome October...Of my most immemorial year... It was hard by the dim lake of Auber...In the misty mid region of Weir...It was down by the dank tarn of Auber...In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. (Poe)

The skies they were ashen and sober... The leaves they were crisped and sere... It was night in the lonesome October...Of my most immemorial year... It was hard by the dim lake of Auber...In the misty mid region of Weir...It was down by the dank tarn of Auber...In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. (Poe)

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