There is a story as old as time. Of woman’s rebellion and refusal to be tamed. She is me. She is the moon and the shadows and the underworld and the fire of new dawn. She lives in my bones and my heart like a muddy shriek of primal protectiveness. But she won’t protect illusionary reality or what seems to be…she will burn standards and paradigms to the ground. Unleash your inner rebel, pretend the rules never existed, be wild be reckless, be feral and unpredictable. Look back into the abyss of her stare…if you dare….
September 24, 2022