Since relocating to Seattle, Washington from Massachusetts I have come to recognize that the energies between the two locations are very different and after having a conversation
I trust myself.
I trust my Craft.
So I shall follow where I am led.
Magick flows through my boughs.
Queen Tatiana, she is so fair!
The purple and crimson flora weaved through her hair
Through my leaves, my branches
Are filling with embraces.
What is so magnificent as the story of my life?
A poet’s ode may be rousing
But it holds no spirit.
Magick can cure everything, so Tatiana says.
Magick is a natural force,
Its energy a powerful medicine.
O Tatiana, Tatiana
Sweetly dancing ‘round me!
My ancient songs, wise murmurs,
May be heard any time, captured.
And there you stand, with a curious eye
Wreathed in blossoms.
The brilliant sprites are dancing,
There is no denying it.
You see me primordial Oak, arcane wisdom.