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Reveling in the wonders of Midnight Moonlight boat rides through the Mists.
Hello Permibus Friends,
I just got back from a canoe ride on the plake (a body of water to grand for a pond but to small for a lake). Lorca and I have been staying in this wonderful Vanagon which we've draped ina myriad of beautiful cloths and illuminated with a black light so the moons and spirals and stars glow. On the farm here you can walk about 15 minutes over the fields to the plake where there are float-boards and a kayak and a big round of cool clear water. There is also an island and to the back of it in a narrow straight lie the mists.
It's like passing through to Avalon going through those mists. The water shifts direction, fire goes out, the world becomes muted and surreal. We spent the witching hour there tonight under a shadowed full moon. The mist was thick and the water black with only a few stars shining through the pall. We placed a storm candle upon our boat and took the dragon incense holder out for its first sacrament.
We then glided around the island to the gateway and sat right where our flame was extinguished. The night sounds disappeared to leave nothing but the water’s soprano hum and the breaths of my pup Sage, Lorca and I.
A truly magical experience. A visit between the worlds.
If this blog is not of the norm I appologise. I am still very much in the lost in the mood of the plake. I can feel more than think and so I am feeling with my words and that can get both lengthy and strange.
In the middle of the plake you could hear the fish splash from time to time and a strange marsh bird call to its fellows but when all else fell away you could hear the vibrant chirping of the crickets. They are all over, surrounding the water, echoing in their strange harmony.
In the daylight, the plake is bright and vibrant with a different energy. It is all growing things, greenery, and life. With its shifting waves of swamp skirt the edges and small waves blow across the center giving texture to cool beauty. The jagged tree line reflected in the water along with anything that passes over it. A place where you can boat and swim with leisure knowing that the worst that could happen would be getting wet and that’s just plain fun!
It was a place of relaxation, rejuvenation and hella good chill time fun.
Thank you plake! You are my healer!
Blessings healing of the plake to all!
-Megan Coyote
Outreach Coordinator
Skills Tour
406.544.2767
skillsmc@gmail.com,
www.permibus.org
I just got back from a canoe ride on the plake (a body of water to grand for a pond but to small for a lake). Lorca and I have been staying in this wonderful Vanagon which we've draped ina myriad of beautiful cloths and illuminated with a black light so the moons and spirals and stars glow. On the farm here you can walk about 15 minutes over the fields to the plake where there are float-boards and a kayak and a big round of cool clear water. There is also an island and to the back of it in a narrow straight lie the mists.
It's like passing through to Avalon going through those mists. The water shifts direction, fire goes out, the world becomes muted and surreal. We spent the witching hour there tonight under a shadowed full moon. The mist was thick and the water black with only a few stars shining through the pall. We placed a storm candle upon our boat and took the dragon incense holder out for its first sacrament.
We then glided around the island to the gateway and sat right where our flame was extinguished. The night sounds disappeared to leave nothing but the water’s soprano hum and the breaths of my pup Sage, Lorca and I.
A truly magical experience. A visit between the worlds.
If this blog is not of the norm I appologise. I am still very much in the lost in the mood of the plake. I can feel more than think and so I am feeling with my words and that can get both lengthy and strange.
In the middle of the plake you could hear the fish splash from time to time and a strange marsh bird call to its fellows but when all else fell away you could hear the vibrant chirping of the crickets. They are all over, surrounding the water, echoing in their strange harmony.
In the daylight, the plake is bright and vibrant with a different energy. It is all growing things, greenery, and life. With its shifting waves of swamp skirt the edges and small waves blow across the center giving texture to cool beauty. The jagged tree line reflected in the water along with anything that passes over it. A place where you can boat and swim with leisure knowing that the worst that could happen would be getting wet and that’s just plain fun!
It was a place of relaxation, rejuvenation and hella good chill time fun.
Thank you plake! You are my healer!
Blessings healing of the plake to all!
-Megan Coyote
Outreach Coordinator
Skills Tour
406.544.2767
skillsmc@gmail.com,
www.permibus.org
Why?? There is altogether too much of the norm in this world. I miss blacklights, beautiful cloths, mysterious mists, vanagons and plakes...
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