Blodeuwedd
By Ann Marie
Hunting through shadows,
Owl stalks the night, shrieking as
Claws Find Prey. Sacred
Emergence, Goddess of Nine
Flowers birthing night to day
This photograph was taken by Sara Leedom. Regarding this photo, Sara states, “I have been doing the Gold Ray Quest, and the theme of light has meant a lot to me now that we are turning toward Emergence. Having spent so much time in shadow and doing the necessary healing work, it feels like a big…
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