the story of moonflower
Once upon a time a girl picked her way down a dry, dusty, and lonely path.
She came to the edge of a stream and was scared to cross, but took a step in. The icy cold water swirled around her legs and she felt more and more unsteady but with each step she was sure she needed to, had to, complete the journey . She struggled to the other side and stumbled out into a secret place. The place where the moonflowers grow. A place of enchantment, where the wind whispered tales of our ancestors in the rustling leaves, where spirits spoke thru plants and rocks, and mushrooms giggled as she tiptoed by. It was as if she could hear and see for the first time, like a veil had been raised. The Earth was alive and speaking to her. Slowly she lifted her gaze up and around, and she realized she was not alone. Many others like herself were walking with her in the magick. She was part of everything. The woman then came together with all that had gathered in dance and song and celebrated the mysteries………….and all of the sacred that had been forgotten was remembered.