Knight of Swords: All Romantics ride this horse. Untamed, untranslatable. Their spirit soaring into the unknown. That place just over the hill where truth and beauty awaken, unfold, and unite spirit, nature, and flesh under lacy, jagged clouds. It is the profound experience of our own being felt and moved. An internal and external embrace of our wilderness. Earthy. Animalistic. Fire, blood, stars, and air.
Now that sounds exciting! Happiest Imbolc (Gwyl Mair) to you and yours.