Matthew and I are at a point in our life where we have quite a cross roads ahead of us. Today I found out that I had carried new life inside, yet as mother nature would have it, maiden turned mother, also slowly becomes crone. Alchemaic dances, oh how they intertwine, magic and gold, so much to be foretold. Mothers milk, the life giving nectar, disguised as Kali the destroyer. One in the same, a yin and a yang. Who would have understood that milk sustainith yet taketh away. It's all written within the flower, there you will see if only you could experience it with me. Once you open your eyes, you will understand the power of trinity. A choice to be made, which way to go, as soon this mother will welcome that crone.