She is opening her arms to the sky and I can’t tell if she is standing on a branch or if she is merely floating in air. She is wearing a belt of branches and autumn leaves are falling out from her dress, on her mantle is the different faces of the moon. In her hand a pomegranate and she has bitten into it. She is going deep within to uncover mysteries and as a guide there is a snowy owl holding a tiny golden key. The tree limbs in the cards are bare, we are in autumn and nature is going deep into sleep.
I love this time of the year and I am dedicating my September to her and to my studies of the mysteries.