Vixen's blog: "The Alter Reality that is Vixen"

Shamaness' Musings The mists rise across the mountains Calling me, beckoning me, whispering tales of old Caressing me, teasing me to step across the veil and behold, Things that have been and are yet to be Joined in the timelessness of the mists. Like a dragon's breath it entwines about the land Making her ageless and ancient Enticing and enchanting her to sleep. Like the wet soft kiss of a lover The mist gently moves over her curves and valleys Lulling her gently, comforting her, sheltering her. Time stops and ancient spirits roam. Brief glimpses of their shadows Cross before my eyes and are gone, Leaving their imprint on my soul A feeling of ache and longing left behind. I step across the mist and lose myself Feeling it surrounding me, entwining and becoming one. Crossing over and merging with the ancient energy It holds me close and alters me, Opens me, releases me Into a time that is no time. I lay upon the land blanketed by the mists Breathing deeply letting her renew me Sinking my energy deep within her. I feel my spirit merge with her energy As the mist whispers And I remember.