Yule

Several months ago I was taking in the air one morning, and greeting Old Man as he prepared to drop leaves for the winter season. I felt the breeze as they stirred the leaves high above me, and I could almost swear the old white oak towering above me asked me for an altar. I felt this to be a reasonable request and so I thought a while about it. I had an old fairy figurine and some cloth, and a small lantern that takes tea candles.

It is a work in progress.

Currently, I am looking out the window of my room. It is actually snowing, although it is only sticking on the grass.  It is pretty, although I am hoping it will not stick around for long.  Winter wonderland, indeed.

I have finally settled on my "other" name.  Kraneia was a dryad in Greek mythology, who inhabited a cornus (dogwood) tree. I found this appropriate, and sounding much better than the name I was given at birth, although I'm not going to legally change my name to this, rather just request those close to me refer to me under this new name.

Stay tuned.