Deep in the forest something is stirring, a suggestion of a figure moving through the trees.
One minute you see her, the next she is gone, long gone. Querca is that figure.
Her outfit blends perfectly with the undergrowth.
When she turns the swish of her cloak emulates the swirl of leaves moving under a sudden breath of wind. She wears her own curious leaf symbol and has an eagle on her left arm.
The beads and buttons on her cloak help her to merge within the forest should she choose to do so.
Querca brings strength and grounding and the energies of autumn.
The musings and meanderings of a mixed media artist and yarn junkie who loves to knit,spin, crochet, make a mess, write and enjoy life. I try to follow the wheel of the year and enjoy each day of it. My art reflects that spiritual journey.
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