If you are trapped by this good girl ideal, know that she is not a real woman, but a caged hound. Know there is a way to be free, to reclaim who you are.
I pray that Kali awakens the rebel within us all, to shift the planetary energy, for it is individuals who create the culture that govern our behavior.
She left the warmth of her farmhouse bed, called into the night by the silvery beams of that milk-white sliver in the sky, passing by her chicken coops.