Painted with moon-blood.
Bleeding: The old wise one awakens within of us as we enter the winter cycle. Transforming and shedding, no longer attachments.
May I choose to follow our intuition.
May we gift ourselves with patience and great honour.
Painted with moon-blood.
Bleeding: The old wise one awakens within of us as we enter the winter cycle. Transforming and shedding, no longer attachments.
May I choose to follow our intuition.
May we gift ourselves with patience and great honour.