Brigit Anna McNeill’s Prose on “Winter”

“We are approaching the threshold of winter. Life is being drawn into the earth, painlessly descending down into the very heart of herself. And we as natural human animals are being called to do the same, the pull to descend into our bodies, into sleep, darkness and the depths of our own inner caves continuallyContinue reading “Brigit Anna McNeill’s Prose on “Winter””

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