My suspension was a liminal space between life and death, and I saw the great mysteries reveal themselves in the Spider Woman’s busy work. I saw reflections of babes born and rock stars die in the black mirror of Her belly, and I saw the wild magick behind this so-perfect, so-flawed web in ...
Every night, the silver moon would shine on more tired faces come to join us in our aimless pilgrimage; young mothers brought their babes, grey-haired elders brought their sage wisdom, awakened men brought their fierce support, and they all had packed the Holy Wild in their knapsacks.