Air of creation
Breath of life, what stands against
Wind which bends all wills
Living Water, flow
Wash away what need not be
Give back only good
Consuming Fire, burn
Enflame the soul with passion
Let love take control
Fresh peace and beauty
To strengthen and to humble
Earth, gift of The Three
About the Creator
Cecilia Barnhill
I’m the mother of 4 beautiful womb gremlins who has been holding back her love of the written word for the past 15 years, and who decided the best way to inspire her tiny crew to chase their own dreams is to start chasing hers again. Step 1
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