by Sage Magdalene | Apr 16, 2019
Sitting out on a limb like an elephant’s trunk. It extends out from the split open ruin and my legs dangle above the stage who is rooted in the swallowtail on the birch tree. I can see the magnificent curly golden stag antlers and it is as if I sit an an...
by Sage Magdalene | Apr 15, 2019
The Scythian gold deer is perhaps stemming from the yellow gold swallowtail of the northern birch forests. I think of my work rooted in Cocoon Weaver’s work. Is it my time to leap more fully from the cracked open ruin (Seton Castle) and the beautiful butterfly...
by Sage Magdalene | Apr 14, 2019
The space cracks open like an egg to reveal a golden grave-robbed Scythian stag, rack held high and back, body coiled for the next leap. Ancient art, beauty, wisdom, commitment, love, nourishment, virility, fecundity, promise, boldness, weight of precious metal, food...
by Sage Magdalene | Apr 13, 2019
A ruin with beautiful light. A man wandering alone. Pillars. Stone. Rubble. I have nothing to give. My days of giving are over. I have only old news of times long past. I have nothing left to offer. No comfort no teaching no education no knowledge no...
by Sage Magdalene | Apr 30, 2018