Sophia Bonnie Wodin

Come away to the Isle of Apples move through the fog and then part the veil. Mystery calls from the Isle of Apples unfolding our story cycling back winter, spring, summer & fall. Step from the barge on the Isle of Apples met by fair folk all decked out in green spinning our threads of power and love weaving our web winter, spring, summer & fall. Journey together on the Isle of Apples. Hark to the sound of the eternal spring bubbling up from Earth’s bounty flowing ever onwards winter, spring, summer & fall. Here at Her spring we can drink deeply. Lay that that life time now finished and full. Here at Her spring we settle in peace. Here we remember the rolling of seasons winter, spring, summer & fall. Eternal we live on the Isle of Apples though we journey this lifetime perhaps many more. Return we will to the Isle of Apples. Rest in our soul we temper our lot sealing our pact ...