beaty – Helen Glynn Jones

Sigh. I should have expected this. On the last Silent Eye weekend I’d attended there had been a place that had shaken me, unexpectedly, making my breath shorten, my heart pound. And so it is, I suppose. On these weekends we are challenged as well as inspired, and beauty can hold darkness as well asContinue reading “Maiden Mother Crone, Part 4 – Imbalance”