You see her reflection shimmering in the waters of the still lake at dusk, and in the glow of the red harvest moon as it rises in a twilight sky. She sings with the evening song of the blackbird on the last day of the growing sun, and swims in the swirling undercurrents of the ebbing tide.
It is time to get our Kali on inside and out; to cut off the head and commit to the heart on all levels. So many of us are shedding our false selves, empty certainties and small lives, and no matter how much we wish for the safety of the old, the more desperately we hold on, the hotter the ...
There is change coming, sacrifice that needs to be made. This is not new, it’s been happening all year, but it’s not done. And it hasn’t demanded this much from you yet, so be ready.