The spirits of the earth were invited in to the little house of Hale Mana. They were pleased with what they saw and moved in on a breath of wind. The little house stirred with rustling, quiet ticks, gurgling. The resident of the house would not be alone. Hale Mana came to life.
The spirits toiled through the first summer settling in and arranging things. Their sweat poured down marking this place as their own.
For now there is life. The spirits of the earth welcomed, made their presence known. Time relents temporarily while continuing on. Only one number of time need switch and the little house could be emptied. Just as the season of vegetation is marked with beginning and end.
There is a little scratching sound in the wall behind my head, a quiet squeaking as I close my eyes to sleep.
I am not alone in Hale Mana. The spirits of the earth are with me.