So Many Wings

“Last year I abstained, This year I devour – without guilt which is also an art.” – Margaret Atwood

This year, my insatiable desires will be devoured by my wild and ravenous soul. This year is all about coming alive – resurrection. I am a mystical creature fully born from my reptilian shed. I am wonder, heartbeat, adventure, wings, woods, and wander. The air has been full of electric static and new beginnings. Can you feel the pulse – the rhythm of your Ancestors dancing through your veins? Can you hear and head their call?
wake up.
Wake Up.



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