Maria Tanner Cohen

When 'we' the children of today enter a circle of standing stones we encounter petrified secrets veiled in ancient silence. There is no language to bend,no story to tell, the thread of their meaning has fallen into the casm of deep time. And so,like night, we enter mystery of the stone circle... ''Call the silent Watchers, knowing they will come. Sweet scented night shade air, turning stars aflame, Water flowing softly, calls Earth by her name''. Peter Herring