Mica captured moonlight speckling the muddy pathcaught in Tiki [torched] spheres dancing on ground and tree to the tune the wind played in hair tickling and sticking to cooled and painted lip.  Painted in fury after some inquiry of time and preparation.  Tonight declared Goddess Three called I, Myself and Me.  Celebrating who She is, who She was, and who She ever and never will … Continue reading Triquetra