Me and my moles… I adore these guardians of the subterranean world, not because of my long history with them and not because they are one of my most sacred guardians, but because of what they symbolize as the wisdom keepers of earthy mysteries.  They move the earth with their splayed hands, pushing at soft soil, gnawing the wise earth worms, avoiding the light of day to focus on the energy of the ground.   Few other beings are as attended to the subtle changes in the ground, or more aware of the great wealth of wisdom that lies there.

To continue reading, please see the original at “A Labour of Mysteries“.