Things go into the Writing Bag……..stones, feathers, small bright birds and swatches of colour. Thoughts and dreams and wishes and watchings, things that happened and things that didn’t and things that maybe should. The birds sing and the things mingle and when they are good and ready they come back out, as spells and songs and sayings. Nothing is as it is and everything is more than it is.

Enjoy!
Gaia Charis