My Son

All-Encompassing Power

🪨 womb of creation protecting and nurturing she brings forth new life 💧 flowing and swirling her power is absolute

The high end of a medium low

Everyone brings flowers for the dead. The flowers are dead, too. Even if they don’t know it yet. You’ll feel better once you wash your face.

The Magic Box

The First Rainbow Baby

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.