The sweetest of all.
The season of silence and quiet. Of golden and browns.
This is the moment of the year when I gather more energies and everything whispers magic.
Mabon it’s the first of my three favorite festivities of the year, along with Samhain and Yule.
It wasn’t a surprise when the other night, after few months, I finally found myself painting again.
I’m a surrender, I fall on my knees before the enchantment of this season. Spellbound and relief: it feels like I find my way back home.
Disclaimer: I’m not an artist nor do I consider myself so.
I’ve never taken drawing or painting lessons. I’m just a person who feels the need to create. I paint driven by emotions and often, by music.