She speaks the language of the crows, that woman. If you're near her while she sleeps, you'll hear whispers of that ancient avian tongue...
So ask yourself: Where is the Witch archetype in my life? Is she operating in shadow right now? What is my relationship to her?
Help me move this last stone into place, and let's lie quiet on the mossy earth, silent enough to hear those hags moon-croon us lullabies of magick.
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?
A man will be conscious and present to the same degree that you are actively radiating your love and allowing life force itself to roll through your being.
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.
I find it darkly ironic that the very terminology that symbolizes epic female persecution now might be used against a movement for women.
For now, we are full of faith in the fertile dark, and we are fed to the brim with all the Primal Feminine food we need to carry us through these longest nights.