Pilgrimage: When the Soul Calls Us Elsewhere
On pilgrimage, surrender, and following the call into the unknown.
From Blood Shame to Blood Rites
Our blood is our birthright. Our blood connects us to all the women before us since time began. Our blood heals. Our blood helps us to remember our connection to the cyclical nature of all that is. Our blood is a messenger, an oracle, a muse.
A World That Forgot It’s Mother
For too long, we have forgotten what she feels like; what it feels like to be held by her.
For too long, they have kept her from us.