Not All Who Wander Are Lost

Days like this beg me to surrender to my imagination...

I love this time of year. I love the way nature adorns herself in her finest before removing it all and surrendering to the next phase of dormancy and hibernation. The designers at Paris Fashion Week have nothing on the Great Mother. Shown here: An hombre...

There I was in the midst of Avalon. I was approached by an elf asking if I would like to walk the Fairy Labyrinth in the Enchanted Forest to place a wish upon the Tree of Wishes. He kindly explained, "It is a magical tree, indeed....

The ancient and wise Grandmother Willow, a legendary oracle beckoned, "Come to me, dear child, and tell me what is the matter. Come now, go on...

The Lady Trickster in my life, well, I shall call her grief. When the sun shines brightly and the birds sing, she cunningly leads me to the shadows. These are moments I hate and love all in the same breath...