Eliza Fegley - The Pagan Book of Words
Holly sprig, come with me
Into my home where you shall be
United with your elven family.
Joyous festivities upon my hearth
Where we eagerly await the Sun’s rebirth.
To life eternal, to the Sun and to Earth!
Loosely bind a dark feather with a thin white thread to a tree and say
From stress and heartache, free me.
From all the chaos of the days, free me.
From stagnant thoughts, free me.
From idleness and feelings of helplessness, free me.
Wind, free me!
Walk away. When the wind tugs the feather from the tree, you will be