I am she, risen from the roots in the Earth, she who flows with the tides and streams, she who recalls the power of her birth, a lineage of caves and clans, she who feels the strength in her bones and the majesty of her muscles, the sharpness of her teeth and claw, she who heals with the plant allies, stones and land, tending to body and soul alike.. She who traverses the liminal spaces behind the veil of physical sight, She who invokes the ancestors of old, animal kin, and the ancient wisdom of Primal earth with the deities and devas as my keepers... She who forges her self anew piece by piece through the power of incineration, she who is connected to the cycles of life, birth & death..
I am her, she is me, a child of the Earth, A Primal Priestess, A Feral Creatrix, The Old Bone Mother...