First Snow 2009

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The mountain repeats the sound of my hatchet back to me

The sun sinks and the air cools quickly

The rhythm of my little axe draws me in

The thinning veil draws me out

The sun sets behind the hills

The moon does not rise

The skies darken and it begins to snow

The Hallowed Tide is here

The forest beckons seductively

I know better

I go inside and build up the hearth fire

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About Juniper

Most folks call me Juniper, my friends call me Juni. I am thirty years old but eternally youthful.

I have been a farmer and a city girl, a homesteader and a wanderer. I have worked in animal rescue and occult shops, art galleries, liquor stores and bead shops.

I have been practising Paganism and Witchcraft for 15 years. I am not an Elder, nor guru. I am just a messy little Hedgewitch who speaks her mind.

I hunt in thrift store jungles and gather in the wildwoods. I practice in groves and ditches, hedgerows and sea shores, basements and vacant lots.

This is my journal. It will have funny bits, rants, ramblings, ideas, poetry and more ... Take it as you please. I suggest reading with your tongue firmly in cheek.

Email: juniper@walkingthehedge.net
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