Ostara upon us 🌱

Danielle Dulsky
May we wake wild, this haunted equinox of ghostly communion, grief gardens, and heathen desire. Here, we listen well to the disembodied song that rides the first warm wind and take to the otherworldly road, packing only drums, dirges, and the bones of our old selves in our traveling bundles, singing that underworld hymn of shadow, pomegranates, and mayhem while we wander long into the spring storm, while we dance yet again in our deep soul's cemetery of mythic..