a circle of magic in Emily’s woods

I think I’m leaning too heavily on that purple glaze. Maybe I’ll touch it up to more match the forest floor that the other shapes remind me of.

I had some words to put on this, but I didn’t like them once they were set down. I was thinking about how I don’t feel alone when I’m off in the woods. There I am aware of being part of the whole living web of being, and connected to all that is. A feeling of isolation is a self-protective response, that is also an injury and an illness.