Thirteen. Waving All The Red Flags High. Unpicking the Stitches of Silence.

I've always loved it when the thirteenth day of the month falls on a Friday. Friday 13th, despite the negative patriarchal influence, has always been a positive day for me. Maybe somewhere in my DNA, there is the remembrance of the feminine importance of 13. The number of the divine feminine, representative of the thirteen … Continue reading Thirteen. Waving All The Red Flags High. Unpicking the Stitches of Silence.