What kind of creature are you in the Unicorn Forest? Come play with me - please

[Sno]

It is time.

They said, unconvincingly.

It is time.

The stifling heat of summer courses languidly through the drooped dripping canopy.

They need to connect.
The forest need.

Of bough and stilted, whistful breeze.

Escapes from truths harder to find, and yet, yet,
Cool calm forest glade.

Quiet utterance, and acceptance,
Difficult to be,
And difficult to not.

A small chink of light, creeps.
And spreads it's weak colours wide - is it the treehouse
Casting a rainboughed spell - ravaged soul
Seeking rest and cool

Balm, calming, accepting, welcome

The glade seeks quiet.

The bear is in the shadows.

[Satinjoy]

Sh'e smiles a gentle smile and lights a candle and a stick of insence.

The quiet aging Fairy, clothed in satin and lace, living h'er truth.

Its been long since sh'e came back to h'er treehouse, sh'e is resting.

Hugs, dear bear.

[Sno]

The whisper of breeze stirs
A quiet knowledge sits
Watching.
The smoke fine filigree writes on the dappled green shade blue sky
S'he is home again.
The bear moves.
Slowly.  Very slowly.
It has been painful this time.
A step more in the battle to be.
Understanding filtering in slowly
Such a sweet mellow drift of blossom on the breeze.

[Satinjoy]

Of all days to visit it would be now lol.

Tired bear and tired Fairy, still watching but seeing the world go by as the young ones take their turn.

Let us rest by the fire, and remember.

[Tessa James]

And our fires remain burning while our hearts and hearth stay warmly welcoming.  We have been many miles and years on this journey.  Such a joy to meet the younger ones who now more often are accompanied by friends and a supportive family.

For now we let our smoke signals waft skyward and announce we are home and ready for your fine company.  Please settle in that old chair and we can raise some cheer and a cup or two to toast the good times.

[Satinjoy]

Hugs honey.

Come on in, the incense is lit and the wine is poured.

Happy Easter.

[Tessa James]

Good morning dear sister and happy Easter to you.  I found my eggs to be over easy this morning and I only wish there were ways to ease and erase the pain or at least roll a big stone over them.  I am grateful for our companions and family along this twisted path in the forest.

I may need to smudge my current mood

[Sno]

Hon, it's not a smudge. It's an enhancement.

As the leaves crackle underfoot, subtle
Changing
Colour green to gold,
The turning season will reveal new growth.
And wandering amongst this almond grove,
Heady scented floral fine,
Sat in the air, with a tinge of bitter-sweet incense.
Slowly, progress is made, slow, slow, the change.
And yet in quiet golden glade,
Rest beckons.