"The path beyond the open eye, Swollen tides salt heavy and rich Traveller you are called home Meet me at the tail end of nowhere Between rhyme and reason Where nonsense is music repeatedly worn Over leather boughs and bells The mind is rich with treasure Or complicated lies Thrilling is it not to find you do not know The beginning of demise." - Joey Morris 2018 All rights reserved #chant #channel #celt #celtic #fool #trickster #poem #poetry

I am Her And She is me The guardian in woad A story screams Across the void Marked in battle lines I hear her scream Guttering The pitch black chord of night I am her and She is me There is no true divide I cross the ocean bruised And weary To speak at fire side The lightning calls As once it did The drums of war unfold I am Her And She is me The warrior in woad – Joanne Morris 2017 all rights reserved #war #woad #warrior #dancer #ancestor #celtic #celt #p

Sensing the Shadow Silver Birch The Silver Birch Priestess speaks to us, telling us that “I am the First word, the breath of life, the beginning. The door to every journey, inward, outward, and onward. I see your limitless potential, so reach out, and trust the process.” – Joey Morris With the mapping of unchartered territory there is always great risk, especially when it comes to the discussion of spiritual and magical matters. The concept of the Shadow Ogham is not somethi

“I stood in the Grove In a circle of Birch The wind was my Choir The forest my Church The tears came freely I fell to my knees Knowing I’d found The Magick in Trees.” -J.Morris 2015 All rights reserved #tree #ogham #druid #celt #celtic #witch #witchcraft #treemagick #magick #spells #poem #poetry #spirit #spirituality #deva #spiritual