The Library

I had wandered long in the cold of forgetting, my prayers like embers lost in snowdrift. Then I heard you.... Come come,  come find your way to my fire, in the starry depths of this dark and holy night. I long to be One with you again. I have seen you beneath the North Giant’s dark eye, where freezing winds whip the trees, shaking ravens from their roosts. You have thought yourself alone, but I am the breath in the storm- my voice the howl,  my gaze never leaving your lonely

Tea Prayer  is a spoken-word offering shared from within a solo tea ceremony in nature, filmed at Haltia Haven, the land we humbly steward.

I found something sacred the other day. Hidden inside a small pretty purse made by mother’s sister. Adorned with flowery fabric and...