A story of three daughters borne from their Mother, Wim At the time of myth and legend, before men drew lines upon the land, there was an Untamed Woman who dwelled deep within the hills. She was not wild in madness but wild in love — the kind of love that knows no boundaries, that sees no difference between root and river, feather and flame. She was the pulse beneath every root and stone, the breath of the mountains, the laughter in the streams — the heart of Earth herself. E

On 17th December 2017, during one of my archetypal meditations, I followed Swithun and the beautiful red squirrel guide through the forest. I followed the path to the right, which led me towards the energy of the High Priestess. At first, the figure I met appeared as an old hag. The sight was quite discomfiting, yet I held my ground and asked, “What do you need from me?”  The reply was simple: “You may breathe.” As soon as I received her words, the figure shifted. What had se

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