Photo by Tamara Rendell
“There is a Goddess here,” she said, and pressed firmly against the beating of Yolanda’s heart. “In the beginning of your awakening, you were as a flame rising from the fire of the Divine Oneness – the Great Mystery – the Source of All Life.”
Lahana ran her hands over Yolanda’s face to the crown of her head, down the spine of her neck and back, and to the swollen legs and enflamed feet within their ragged leather bindings.
“We are all equal in our essence, for the essence of us all is the one fire – the Divine Light of Life.”
