If a faerie made perfumes
How would she blend?
Would she tincture the green of a violet stem
In dew from the tip of a fern of the deep,
Deep, dark woods
So cool and fecund?
Yes, she should.
At midnight she'd enchant a single blossom of jasmine.
Coax out it's ethers with her giggling spells,
A puff and a whir,
Yes, might as well.
She'd surely use cepes and oakmoss galore
All seamlessly earthy and rich.
Seductively luring their sacred aromas
Into small crystal vi
~Doreen Stelton Autumn has brought some losses, and blows, to myself and loved ones. Nothing unexpected, and yet always unexpected, reminding me of the fragility of life. And the need to live with passion and and round pointedness. So last night I spontaneously heated some wine, in the method I enjoyed while in the magical city of my ancestors, Prague. Cloves, cinnamon, and a little lemon. (Note the sweet Mucha inspired cup which I purchased in Prague.) While listening to