There is something to be said about embracing a free spirit! To be different is to be beautiful in a world of cookie cutter people. Bringing forth your true essence is living your life to the fullest potential and gathering a lifetime of wonderful memories. Feel the warmth of the sun on your face and feel it filling your heart as well. Listen to music that moves you to draw out that inner child who wishes to laugh until the belly aches! Look upon the world with curious eyes and an open mind to learn new things. Don't be afraid to shine a light in the dark corners of your soul, you may find something extremely valuable that deserves to be in the spotlight. Never be afraid of who you are! Be uniquely beautiful!

 To comprehend who I am, I must explain my trait

Open your mind, open your heart and listen to my fate

The symbol drawn upon my wrist is more than just a sign

It is something I believe in, something that is mine

The symbol of the goddess may have no meaning for you

But I can't deny my heart to be anything less than true

Those who do not understand, persecute those like me

Who feel the elements of nature, the spirit in the tree

This ancient path I walk has a bloody history

But the craft that calls my name, to most is mystery

Witchcraft, Pagan, Eclectic may be strange or scary to you

But look beyond the box you may learn something new

This poem is by Woodland and is one of my all time favorites!

Faery Mist
In the shade where the maidens wade,
The dew sleeps on the petals,
With an acorn cap and the scent of sap,
A lonely pixie meddles,
The mushroom springs from a mossy bed,
Of fragrant moonlight dreaming,
And from the fire in the head,
Enchanted rivers streaming,
Through the mist on the waters of dreaming,
Oh drink now from the river of sight,
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving,
In the melancholy wood of night...
The silky luminescent wings,
Of midnights' moonbeam riddles,
Sung upon the silver strings,
Of starlit forest fiddles,
The spiral of the branches reach,
The pattern of all life,
Written in the melody,
Upon a faery fife,
Through the mist on the waters of dreaming,
Oh drink now from the river of sight,
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving,
In the melancholy wood of night...
The ivy crowns and lichen gowns,
Of dryads' woven dances,
Perched upon a toadstool throne,
A midnight faery glances,
Under the hill in the wild night,
The one the pixies kissed,
Hidden from all doubtful sight,
The treasures of the mist,
Through the mist on the waters of dreaming,
Oh drink now from the river of sight,
Where the unseen world is wildly weaving,
In the melancholy wood of night...