As the systems that harm become seen, understood and crumble in shambles, the witches are here to pick up the pieces... We have been waiting to rebuild.
Love is not secrets and games... Love does not enter into relationship with falsities and masks, for it knows it cannot possibly blossom in toxic soil.
If we think of the No Thing as whenua (Maori name for land) we live on, we can see that some of the land has been fenced off for certain tasks or purposes.
The voice surrounding the subject of mental health is louder, but it is not being heard by those who plough monies into research or scientific studies.
In co-dependent relationships, we borrow someone else’s identity. What we gain is an illusion of security, and what we borrow comes at an energetic cost.