
Before the beginning, there was only desire. Desire moved the sacred into form. I don’t know if it was one form or two or if it exploded at once into many gorgeous facets of life; when God Herself whispers this story into my ear, She doesn’t always tell it the same way. This is why I am a witch: it moves me. This story breaks my heart open to experience the suffering and gorgeousness of the world a little more deeply. These practices move me, inch by inch, towards wholeness, … [Read more...]
























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