We were so connected to the hum and rhythm there and when it came time to leave we sadly said goodbye and gave our love and thanks for the welcome we received. When I returned a year later, to collect garden plants I was unable to take with me the year before, the energy was no longer there. It was empty, bleak and remote. As if whomever was there to welcome me four years earlier and moved on.
This post is part of the 44 Days of Witchery