I dreamed this blue full flower moon before it began.
We really felt like three muses, three goddesses, or perhaps a manifestation of the triple goddess herself, as we danced together laughing, twisting, and turning.
Transfixed by this heady scene, I moved slowly around the vault in an almost trance like state.
The serpent will come from the hole
On the brown Day of Bríde,
Though there should be three feet of snow
On the flat surface of the ground.