I had suppressed something seething beneath the surface, awaiting the tooth or claw of another’s edges, because I couldn’t see my own.
Just as I had felt Aphrodite come with warmth, I felt Artemis enter with the cold. The fog was coming in, breaking the spell.
Through our inner wild woman -- through experience, our senses, symbols and inner intuitive knowing beyond the intellect -- we discover mysteries of nature.
You might receive answers to your letters... the two sides of this correspondence, your love for this world and the world loved, would merge on them.