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Mother Carey am I, also known as Holle,
She who keeps the old stories you love to tell.
When I shake my pillow, the snow falls,
And I ride the wild winds of change & forgetting.
I can turn your dreams inside out or upside down,
Or gather you under the wings of my stormy petrel
And send you forth in search of fresh wisdom
Along the wind's keen ridge.
Whenever you see or hear me
You will know that wonder is near,
The wonder of Winter's darkness
And the light it hides inside.
- Caitlin & John Matthews -
The Sun in the Greenwood Ritual