snake skins

It’s blowing a hoolie up the hill where I now live. The noises coming down my chimney sound like the sea booming in an empty cave. Fabulous, relentless elements taking me beyond these walls; walls of stone, walls of senses, walls of thoughts…Nature seeps in.

And….on my shrine this month I put…a snake skin (given by a wise friend), a delicately preserved baby slow worm (found in a dusty corner) and my trusty Om stone (familiar, comforting, elevating).

May you read your own messages into these sacred objects.

I love to have a special place for random symbolic objects, to light a candle to every now and then, as a portal to the present.