The Source

Many folk and fairy tales tell of the sources of magic. Perhaps it is a magic well where the fairy draws her power, or a mountain high in the clouds. Perhaps it is an elixir, a nostrum, a potion that keeps the wicked queen's lips full and her skin so glowy. Or, in reverse, there are deadly spots, places that take the life force from us - the Goblin's Market or kryptonite.

My source is simple. It is nature in general and then I have several places within nature that give me a special boost, heal me when I'm sick of body or heart, inspire me. The source. One of my places here in this wondrous place called The Labrador - is the shore - the beach and the shore that continues on from it out to the point. This is the natural  intersection between the sea and the land and because of that is an absolute constant of change, of form-shifting so adept it would put Merlin to shame  Today the fella, the dog and I walked along it as far as what I call the Second Beach, the place I think is the most perfect picnic place although I've never eaten a thing there. If you want to see lots of photos of this walk you can go here.

I'll leave one or two here but mainly I just want to say that I'm getting my mojo back, thanks to the source.