the sun entered scorpio. and one of my ghosts came tapping at my consciousness again that night. the message: the unseen will be illuminated. hidden truths exposed, the darkness ripped forward to the light. healing, growth, expansion, mystery, death. if you can make it. withstand it.
can the collective pain of women start to heal when we say it out loud?
will it be so loud it drowns everything else out?
the winter solstice approaches. here you are again, darkness. anxiety takes your shape.
as the longest, darkest night comes, I hold you. i will be gentle with you, i will be gentle with her.
i acknowledge what you are. i will hold myself in wholeness. part light, part dark. part love and fear.
part beast, beauty, witch, mother, child. part primal scream, so to cleanse.
Dedicated to every woman who has been hurt by someone supposed to love them, and an invitation to scream, and to heal.
**These beautiful photos are not my art**