I have been watching the clouds this evening as they drift away across the ocean, trailing frail red light that is darkening, slowly darkening, into shadow and then night. I have been reading about old English witches who knotted the wind.
And just like that, I know it's time to come home.
When you are a wind-shaped person, change doesn't happen, and doesn't happen, until it does.
There will be a little shifting and reweaving over the next few days as I catch up with myself. I'll transfer over some of my favourite posts from Between the Woods and the Waters. Most probably I'll change the template here, although I do quite like its simplicity. And I'll write reminders for those of you who kindly followed Between the Woods and the Waters at a feed reader, and now will have to change back.
Thank you if you are still here, still reading. I can not promise that I will stay, because I am a wild sky writer ... but I will always be somewhere.
And see: the nodding quietly button is back ...