warrior woman rising
Can you be truly be trusted not just with her light-of-day beauty but with the fearsome and fearful hunted Witch side-eyeing you from her raw heart-center?
"Who am I?" she asked herself. In the faintest of breezes, she heard the whisper, “Shamana, warrior spirit.” And she no longer wondered if you’d be back.
I am resolving to get back to basics, swimming long and hard into the deep end of the Heathen ways where I once found such solace.
We don’t need giant carved likenesses of our foremothers in granite on mountains, or statues in town squares. We don’t have giant head envy.
Even after your body decays and flesh shows a vulnerability for the grave, always have a spirit young enough to honor the hedonist and the whore.