I have the good fortune to meet with a couple of these fine deer on a regular basis. They greet me in the early mornings and meander in for the occasional sunset. I watch them, they know me. They renew me. Once they showed up, I knew I couldn't leave.
A lot of my work is focused on the rise of the mother and the huntress. A matriarchal return to what was and what might have been. Suppression can penetrate the surface but it won't break ground. In the end, we are of the same root and we will protect it. She is on the… Continue reading A Monumental Return
Dames de la liberte: Du peuple, de bois. Vive la liberte. Vive la France. Ladies of Liberty: Of the people,of the wood. Long live liberty. Long live France. I've done my fair share of digging and sifting through my ancestry. It's been a quest of ongoing curiosity and occasional obsession. On this journey I have… Continue reading Family | Dames de la liberte: Du peuple, de bois. Vive la liberte. Vive la France.
I hear voices. Okay, not really, but sort of. This is a hard strange thing to type out loud. The last time I made a confession of my intuitive perceptions I was shipped off to a therapist and I ended up with a Priest in my bedroom. I saw spirits. They had names and stories,… Continue reading The origins of things
The intolerable tyrant will meet a mighty end.The worst of fates Besetthose who dismiss and abusechildren. Boys who want to be Godspretending to be men.will be cast in stoneand tossed below for their sins. Artemis is hunting.Caireen is crying out.Stylianos has abandoned refugeand Jizo is awake.Nicholas of Myra is a Patron on the take. There is work… Continue reading Our Children