I feel Her gaze across the veils She watches She waits Knowing I will tread these paths Knowing I must And when I can swallow my fear A bite of a bitter apple She will be there To Guide my feet on that narrow path Her cloven hooves silent in the loam Her form dappled in leaf shadows Her breath a warm breeze Always Her soft eyes wide and wise Full of sorrow And stars. Art by Christine Homfeld. Used with permission.
Personal journal of a personal journey. You are welcome along for the ride, but don't be insulted if this isn't about you.