Brings to mind... Granny Weatherwax is a fictional witch from Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, known for her powerful, practical magic and a strong moral code. She is a formidable and often cantankerous character who uses "headology" (practical psychology) and sheer willpower to protect her home of Lancre, rather than relying on traditional spells. She is a complex character who is good but not necessarily nice, and she is a central figure in many of the Discworld novels. 

 

The endless change of the seasons, Maple and Birch trees with bark silver bright and Maple with leaves of gold and red give me a feeling of reverence, and as I listen to the rain fall, I whisper to myself,  "All is right, it's as it's meant to be."
 

Visited my grandparent's home, the new orchard is beautiful. The walnuts have been harvested, and a new crop is growing. I don't visit often. They are both gone, and the new owners are doing well. The memories are what I come for every few years. This will be my last visit. I am reassured all continues and all is well.

 

      Travel light, see things that are below as well as                                         above . . .

Death does not know prejudice.

 

                     Ryan White 1971-1990

Ryan White was 13 when he was diagnosed with AIDS after a blood transfusion in December 1984. Living in Kokomo, Indiana, doctors gave him six months to live.

When Ryan tried to return to school, he faced AIDS-related discrimination in his Indiana community. Along with his mother Jeanne White Gender, he rallied for his right to attend school. He gained national attention and became the face of public education about the disease.

Surprising his doctors, Ryan lived five years longer than expected. He died in April 1990, one month before his high school graduation. Congress passed the Ryan White Comprehensive AIDS Resources Emergency (CARE) Act in August 1990.

On April 8th, 1990, Elton John served as a pallbearer at the funeral.

His grave has been vandalized several times since his burial.

Cicero Cemetery, Hamilton County, Indiana

 

Mini Story “The Cauldron of Desire”

In the dim light of her cabin, the witch stirred the cauldron where an impossible passion simmered. The air smelled of cinnamon and ancient fire. Her cat, with white eyes gleaming like dead moons, watched from the shadows. No one dared to come near — while he guarded the door, she cooked the soul of forbidden love...🕸🕸🕸

#halloween is coming

 

 

 

Mini Story “The Vulture’s Omen”

Inside an old candle-lit room, a vulture sat on a chair, motionless and alert. In front of him, tarot cards fell to the floor, spinning with the breath of an unseen wind. Within the crystal ball, lightning and thunder flashed through fragments of fate. The vulture didn’t blink… he knew that night, the future smelled like a storm...

#happy halloweeeeeeen

 

 

 

 

     Stay private. Enjoy your own inspiration. Grow in                                      silence.

TIS THE SEASON, DONCHA' KNOW. . . ?

 

 

Apples are always associated with Autumn, whether it's bobbing for them at a party, or candied, and always baked in pies, the apple is part of the celebration of the season. 

I am here, and it is now. Further than that, is all moonshine.

We must be skeptical of that which we want to believe.