|By Maya Chalee Grey....copyright Peacock & Snake....|
Monday, November 9, 2015
Driving home today I noticed a fog rolling in from the mountains carrying with it the promise of rain and other things. This fog was other worldly, twisting and turning and moving fast and just like images in clouds I could see images dancing within the fog....images of things to come...of the beginning of The Hunt. The breath of Gwyn ap Nudd.....cold and yet full of passion and death and shades and fae and beloved moisture. Hail and welcome.
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On a grey and hazy day I wandered to the Sea and that was when Mari spoke to me. She told me the powers of the moon and of blood and of travel and of ships. She spoke of great triremes and offings of souls and wine. She spoke to me of birth and love and sex and death.
Hail Mari, full of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.
Holy Mari, Mother of God,
pray for us, your children.