Direct from the desk of Caroline here in Genoa, Nevada, where Fall looks like clear sunny days with cool crisp nights; winds blow and move the trees like spooky movies on Halloween, and a silvery, fat moon hangs suspended in the night sky. I am beginning to nest in hibernation as my birthday comes near. Slippers and wool socks adorn the floor under my desk. Cups of Earl Grey repeat themselves throughout the day as I think of you and seek refuge in knowing you are there. I am also here with you, as a Priestess of the Divine Feminine […]