Sophia Bonnie Wodin

  The sun breaks through the morning mist, the air sparkles. The world awakens.   We remember: the air is fine; the mist is fine; the earth is fine. They are each true to who they are.     We humans walk through our days surrounded in The Beauty. How, in the face of loss, can my aching heart embrace The Beauty, The Beauty that is here…..   The Beauty lies in our determination to preserve the treasure of Love;   The Beauty surrounds us as we hold each other, even when we watch our dreams crumble into ashes;   The Beauty is our determination, to walk our path together even when, especially when, the Way has been lined with disappointment.  The Beauty hold us in strength and in love.   The Beauty picks up the pieces and finds new ways to fit them together until the jagged edges of an unfair reality reassemble whole and new.   The hoped-for story shattered, The Beauty rests in resilience.   The Beauty puts one foot in front of the othe...

In that formless place that continually forms and dissolves and reforms, a candle burns. Thus, the magics remain. The candle burns. The magics keep the spheres aligned in their paths. They remain strong. Remain malleable. Remain true.  But look, as we watch, the candle sputters. The Good Red Road twists and turns. The ribbon that has rolled out for countless generations of Life shrinks to a narrow ribbon.  Is it doubling back on itself?  Perception in the fragile light is fraught. It echoes throughout the realms. Lying in the balance, the Fae Ones look to their human allies. Could they open their eyes, their hearts? Would they? Is change possible? The Queen of the Fae straightens Her back. She throws back her head and spreads wide Her arms. She speaks the Words and sends them out to waiting ears.   The Word goes out: “Heed you well, O you beings of The Realms! Change is upon us! Hold your heads high, your feet purposeful as you approach the Crossroads. Here, now the ...