Halloween Eleventh
Driving from Flagstaff to the Grand Canyon through the San Francisco Peaks.... The forest is filled with magic. Gnarled old trees look like they can reach their darkened branches out and wrap me in an embrace not lacking emotion and full or warning. The small trees are almost sweet and whispy like down. They yearn to grow as tall as the sky. Between the trees, the energy of the universe gathers. Some call this god, some the goddess or even Mother Earth. But I know it's witchcraft, full of potential and read to be mixed with the energy or knowledge, growth and love. This kind of magic can teach you to love yourself and show the importance of caring for others. I wish every being could feel this magic. I wish it could be harnessed to heal the Earth, people and all. We could use some healing.