Galdrgrimm

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The sun cuts low through winter trees, woodsmoke hangs in the air.  Walking through the forest one day I find what’s left of a raven dance, the steps clear in the snow. I can see where a raven has scratched it’s beak back and forth drawing concentric lines. As part …

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Scabbard, Snow, Lichen Stone

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I rise before the sun, the scratchy radio voices catalog what bad things have happened in the world while I slept.  But the world tells a different story– out the old farmhouse window the dawn blooms impossible colours against the somnabulant landscape. Two ravens sit warily in the orchard on …

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Wandering at the Edge of Fear and Beauty

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This morning, I walked into the woods. past the remains of human industry, moldering in the fresh shoots, turning brown and grey, across the stepping stone ford into the realm of the forest, where the primal imagination is at home and feels its roots. Tree roots twist in suggestive shapes; …

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