(7) The years passed as I honed my Magic, and the womanly alchemy and mystery of creation of human life, with a partner who could not be matched.  Whittling away at our science project progeny… watching them evolve, as I sculpted and prodded and learned about my own childhood traumas and misconceptions.

I met my plant sisters and allies, warriors of my own consciousness.I danced with daemons at dawn in alchemical circles of fire, walking barefooted on hot coals and soft peat, the burning vestiges of a meat suit no longer recognized as self.