Limn Knoll

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Nigh on every evening celebrations are held - for does not every day reveal glories of the universe that must be honoured? The grand stones become warmed by bonfire, set in a central fire-pit. Light passing between the stones dances a flickering welcome down the hill to those who approach.

A crackle of wood from the fire; sparks are sent up into the sky - as if wishing to join in the constellations slow waltz thru the skies. But their spark, short-lived, fades quickly before eyes. Perhaps it is a moral, perhaps it is a sign - that the worlds of the heavens and of the earth are set to different clocks? Whisper your question gently to the soft earth, and listen carefully for her reply.

There is wisdom to be discovered in the smallest things

"If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, nothing shall be impossible unto you."