Casting Circles of Resistance: Air

By the Air that is their Breath Artist of the cyclone, the tornado, the rush of the storm, I have been battered by your winds. The gust of insight, of knowledge, I dare not to look away as you bat your wings like a great hawk.   Messenger on the wind! You whistle the great answers through the trees if only we took the time to listen. You who are the truth in each breath that we steal from wise voices That we would prefer not to hear. Choked on our ignorance. Post-truth silence brings no air to the liar […]