Oracles Scribbled

There are whens, when the muddle has cleared and outpourings of the wyrlds within, come to share playfulness for having seen through the noise to find mythopoetic dabblings of joy. I do not pretend these. And finally, I discern without sorrow that a rare, precious few may see them as I do. This busy page waits for my copy as I unfold the timing of ritual visits, of ponderings and wanderings that delight my senses.