When the winds blow off the stones, listen carefully.
When you touch the stone, feel what’s in thee?
Thar’s magic in those stones, believe me….
Where went the “Old Ones”….
Live with the stones and ye shall see.
Sit with stones, and they’ll tell you stories about the Faerie…
Listen carefully my dear, the magick’s there….you’ll see.
Dangerous beauty who knows the Earth…
Is there a key to Faerie?
by Blue MacLeod
~my brother in the Craft