Aos Si

calling forth the spirits of my people

people of the mounds

crying out

keening for connection

fluttering through the realms

finding a place

limbo

liminal

metamorphasis

purging

awakening

fire

ashes

Bring on the winter

A fulfilling day of chopping wood and carrying water. 

                A slow and serene morning as I ate some handsifted local spelt flour pancakes with some local grits (both of which I ground this past Thursday) all the while sipping some Darjeeling tea. Waiting for my housemates to awaken and help me transport fresh spring water. After dashing out with Geehoff, whisked past the hockhocking, bubbling by the incapable White's Mill. As the coal filtered spring water trickled into our glass vessels, we duck under boughs and limbs to find fungi worth dancing with. The day goes quick with homestead projects of jalepeno hotsauce and brewing liquid bread, a tiresome yet soulfilling task. The sun's set is capped off with a little exploring, discovering, and firewood procurement. The leaves are fading as they begin to coat the soil's surface, prepping it's bed for winter's chilly embrace.

Fresh expiry for an ancient life force. 

A few photos I found from within last winter's envelope.