The chaos isn’t too much. It’s just right.
Offerings, prayers, and relational writing held in reverence and without performance.
The chaos isn’t too much. It’s just right.
Faith is terrifying. It’s horrific at times to hold space like that inside when all of reality as far as I can see tells me to never believe in anything like love or magic.
I can’t touch Sigyn’s grief. All I can do is sit with Her and be nourished by Her presence.
She listened with a discernment given by grace.
This ledger records what remains.