And The Goddess is The Space Between

Climbing down the weedy, rocky hill in the dark, through the oldest hour of the year, you found a chair out of nowhere to sit on. I'll never understand how you manage these small magics while I, moonless, am struggling just to see.

I suspect you were born with magic in your blood, an ancient pine hill gypsy singing magic that has people wondering where you came from - Iran, Turkey, Brazil? They never get it right. You came from a tiny mystic country beneath the fog; you came from the dance of a star. Sometimes I imagine the dusky, barefoot goddess who must have led you to me, the moist earth mother, the sea-voiced queen. Her thighs the mountains, her belly the rolling hills, her throat the roads, of the world between that tiny country and my tinier one; her song the way to go. Why to me, though - that is the mystery. I wish I could tie a moon to my wrist, so I could see it more clearly. I wish Christ would hold his lantern high for me, Arianrhod spin a constellation for me, so I could see.

Then again, there is magic in this dark mystery.


  1. "I suspect you were born with magic in your blood..."

    "...you came from the dance of a star."

    Ooh, love these magic lines!

    "I wish Christ would hold his lantern high for me..."

    And, of course, this one took my breath away.

    1. thank you, i am so glad you let me know :-)

  2. Beautiful words (as always) Sarah. They leave me with a desire for things unseen and places not yet explored within myself. They leave me wanting more mystery as well as more understanding.

    Happy new year to you friend x

    1. thank you, new years blessings to you also my dear <3

  3. Ah, blessed New Year's turning to you, my friend! {{hugs}}

  4. Thank you for reminding me about the magic, and to listen for the song of the way to go. xo



In the quiet hours, the inbetween moments and the half-light, I sometimes like to write. My books are made from fairytale shadow and old magical songs. They speak about dreams, lost wishes, longing for something beyond the self, and always about love. You can learn about them here.

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