For everything signals in the forest. The shapes, the tracks, the sounds, the cries, the cracklings, the rustlings, the changing... Read More
For everything signals in the forest. The shapes, the tracks, the sounds, the cries, the cracklings, the rustlings, the changing patterns of light and shadow, the strange contrasts of colors… Anyone who has slept alone in the forest knows these fanfares of signals. In our land, the Druids drew secrets of divination from them.
