Category Archives: Mirrors

Beware the Weaver, dear one she will wind your essence upon her loom. Offer her yourself and she will paint you into her warp of mirrors carelessly spilling your emotions so that she may see herSelf. The truth of illusion … Continue reading →

because You are fire. Compelling me to reach into the sun, touching your essence of poetry, passion and pain. I feel the orange of amber and loneliness the crimson of my own skin, responding to hands that see beyond my … Continue reading →

My early years are still a mystery pages erased by self-preservation no doubt still i know they mark me color me with their darkness. My only memory beforeage9 is of a dream a nightmare. My first experience with doctors of … Continue reading →

Take my hand Dance with me down the winding path, and live fully in your Life as it unfolds. Shed what covers you, and I will paint your skin with dark mud, marking you, tracing ancient rhythms. I will weave … Continue reading →

Veils have ever been our womonsymbol to dance to mate to grieve to withdraw our rites of passage, our transitions to become the Goddess of Moondark. of Croning. of Death. What do you Dream when the Veil thins ? do … Continue reading →