Crossing Over

France & Vincent

Where exactly do we cross those lines in our quest that mark the next chapter of our journey? I can only speak for myself, but there is, I think, a pattern to these things.

As a child I was fascinated by the mythology my grandfather taught me, by the folklore that brought the land I love to life with strange, unworldly creatures and even stranger possibilities. Where rocks told stories and the very ground I lay upon, watching the shooting stars, or the storm gods battle in the clouds, was the body of a goddess.

In my teens, that fascination evolved into curiosity. The philosophies I had absorbed from my strange, religiously eclectic family took on depth and meaning and I delved into any and everything I could to find the ‘right’ path. I experimented with Low Magic, the kind of things that are useful for proving to oneself that…

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