Awen. It appears I am always in between, somewhere I’m going and somewhere I’ve been. Between sunrise and sunset. Between birth and death. In the liminal Twilight, where no one forgets. Twixt...
On the Path of Tam Lin – Napowrimo 2
The poet only saw two roads, One less travelled and one untook. The third, to him was quite unknown. The winding path that Tam Lin roamed, Through elven Glade and faery nook....