Digitial photographs, paintshop pro, filters, scans and some of my own artwork. Fervent loneliness, how exulted you are I stand in the midst of you, and at one time embraced you. Yet I do so no more. You are looked upon with destine. For yes I have grown that weak, to need the warming fireside of other people. Even if they know me not. I a daughter of the goddess born in the mysteries great and small Learned in them yet not taught. Am I such like Taliesin of old? To carry the burden of great knowledge. Yet my inspiration was not from a bubbling cauldron. Mine as is the rain falls and the leaves uncurl from the summer rains. The glowing and shadowly phases of the moon the come to rest on the Lady's brow. The deep smell of the forests where the shadow of the Horned one can be seen. These are the things from which I learned. I fled Atlantis as the fire gods made themselves known. I was at the waters edge as Mona was sacked. I bore the sword of which Arthur ruled. I threw Avalon into the great mists. For I am all and I am nothing.