Winter woman is here. I have heard her singing in the distance for some time but now she has walked through the door, earlier than expected. She is not bound and makes her own rules.The first thing she told me,
“ Love is not a soft pink promise and only fools believe it to be so. It is a strong and powerful force that shreds and tears and leaves no stone unturned in the land of lies and illusion.
It is not a dream of peace and fairytale happiness. It is a force of nature, a volcanic unstoppable force of creation.
Love is not a bauble or a light and fluffy pastime that will leave nothing undisturbed. It is not a safe place to hide.