My deer have been here. I spy their tracks at the foot of the balcony. I missed them this evening. Oftentimes I catch them quietly by the edge of the porch, feeding from bushes full of berries and greens. When I see them, I toss gigantic organic green apples to them. They like it here with me.
January 24, 2016
Your dreams may have no category as yet, so let them rest in the darkness until She tells you it is time to act. For now, under this Wolf Moon, do precisely what they tell you not to do.