
I finished reading Circe by Madeline Miller last night as tears slid down my face. The good cathartic kind. Those that come from your heart cracking open, as your mind enters a deep knowing. It has been a while since a … Continue reading
I finished reading Circe by Madeline Miller last night as tears slid down my face. The good cathartic kind. Those that come from your heart cracking open, as your mind enters a deep knowing. It has been a while since a … Continue reading