Candlemass
Feb. 2nd, 2021 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smokingbootSuch a howling I thought it was something on telly; opened the door to be smacked in the face by an East wind so fresh it made me think of the sea.
I've been oddly poorly for the past couple of weeks between migraines and the abscess and this strange fatigue, finding it very difficult to do anything. But the wind revives me though it's a bit haunting for the year's first promise of Spring.
Brigid and Mary, ewe's milk and candles, straw crosses and snowdrops, I don't feel much connection to such traditions tonight. But that wind breathing in my face straight off the dark hills, that feels like life.
I've been oddly poorly for the past couple of weeks between migraines and the abscess and this strange fatigue, finding it very difficult to do anything. But the wind revives me though it's a bit haunting for the year's first promise of Spring.
Brigid and Mary, ewe's milk and candles, straw crosses and snowdrops, I don't feel much connection to such traditions tonight. But that wind breathing in my face straight off the dark hills, that feels like life.
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