The faint words trailed off to the soft twock of wood on leather. Philp squinted up at the slate gray clouds scudding in from the Bay. Best we hurry if we mean to finish the last hole without a soaking, for there promises to be a spot of rain […]

Fuel prices have gone through the roof since last fall.

As I review and remeditate my experiences on Iona today, I see that the etheric umbilicus, the grounding place for the Blazing Star within this chakra template, is at Sithean Mor or Cnoc Angel close to the center of the island and a bit to the west.

With wearie knockles on thy brim she kneeled sadly downe