I was lost in a dream I had, surrounded by a suffocating mist. I started to run, to where, I don’t know. Trees, dead from the winter’s cold beckoned to me. Their branches like arms, grabbing and tearing at my clothes.
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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 […]
I wrote this to honor the Woman of Power, called Potens, based on my work with Jailbreaking the Goddess (I highly recommend the book and you can find my review of it here.). If you’re looking to call in the power of potential & passion, […]