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Someone posted this in a pagan community today:
"So today I have remembered to harvest the light in to my soul and ingrane it there. I will store it away and tap the reserves as needed through the winter ahead, through the dark, cold nights yet to come. For though I love them, sometimes we need to feel the sun kiss our skin, the birds to chirp and the warm August breezes to caress our soul, despite the fact that it is the middle of December."
So I thought... doing the reverse for summer. "Harvest the shadows into your soul and ingrain (ahem) them there. Store it away and tap the reserves as needed through the summer ahead, through the bright, hot days yet to come. For though I love them, sometimes we need to feel the stars kiss our skin, the crickets to chip and the cool February breezes to caress our soul, despite the fact that it is the middle of June."
I dunno, the preoccupation of people with light annoys me sometimes... *shrug*
"So today I have remembered to harvest the light in to my soul and ingrane it there. I will store it away and tap the reserves as needed through the winter ahead, through the dark, cold nights yet to come. For though I love them, sometimes we need to feel the sun kiss our skin, the birds to chirp and the warm August breezes to caress our soul, despite the fact that it is the middle of December."
So I thought... doing the reverse for summer. "Harvest the shadows into your soul and ingrain (ahem) them there. Store it away and tap the reserves as needed through the summer ahead, through the bright, hot days yet to come. For though I love them, sometimes we need to feel the stars kiss our skin, the crickets to chip and the cool February breezes to caress our soul, despite the fact that it is the middle of June."
I dunno, the preoccupation of people with light annoys me sometimes... *shrug*