Perhaps we don’t need to worry so much about the spaces in between. The vastness of the desert we wander through, searching for the way home. Perhaps that time is vital in ways we will never understand. And perhaps we can find space to accept that the journey...
It hadn’t been easy. She’d been through the fire, that girl, and lived to tell the tale. And live she did. Fiercely. Beautifully. With sovereignty and power and grace. Day by ordinary day, building herself a life she deeply wanted to belong to.
Call in the ghosts and call in the wolves and call in the lover you’ve always dreamed of. Call in your peace and your fire and your wisdom. And light your own candle. Hold it high — and howl and love and carry yourself home.
