Sometimes I hear whispers.
They are Her whispers --Her words.
This blog was created to honor the Goddess.
She who speaks.
To honor her ways, her words.
The other evening I sat before my altar.
Time spent in meditation
Offering gratitude and devotion.
These were the whispers of She who speaks.
Her words, meant to be heard.
My Sisters shall know, They shall understand.
Blood Spilled from my sacred bird
is but a drop
Secrets, hidden in my sacred fruit
lie in wait
For those who know
I shall rise
For I am All