Shhhh, come and sit quietly under the hedge. Nestle close to the ground, extinguish the lights, and take care to remain unseen. The moon is full and the wild glow is inciting the spirits of every thing desperate and repressed, as well as the wilding passions of everything craving companionship and pulsing music. From here you can see the the wolf shedding the winter and the wildly dancing sheep, unaware of each other, until they come into bloody conflict.
Stay a while in the quiet here, watch the bright white cast across the fields, letting the truest forms of the inner beast be seen before they fade again into the shadows as it falls toward the horizon. It calls out, saying - Come, be free!
This night, do not heed its call to transformation, but melt into the tangled roots. Breathe, watch, listen, be just one of the slowly tilting leaves of the silent hedge. Become the shadow of the twisting roots, a formless observer of the passing wonders. This place hums with a power of the elder gods of wood, and no beast of the inner or outer world can find you here.
So stay a while in the quiet, and be sure to stay awake...