Between the Maiden and the Hag stands the Lady of the Lake. Her power is her mystery. Her grace infinite. She embraces both.
Rotting bridges should be burned. For safety reasons.
When you hit the road, it might hit back.
The mystery of love is in its unfolding.
We don’t know what we want from each other. But we want it badly.
I remove myself from your mind, your heart, your bones, your cells, so no trace of me remains when the doubt sets in, nothing to hold on to when the emptiness takes over. I deny you the ghost of me. And this I do out of love. As denying love has consequences.
The only task of the Sacred Feminine on Earth is to exist with certainty and grace.