Healing, Rising The White Bird Rising September 5, 2019 tasara 1 Comment I am the white bird rising, she who rose in the sky over my body when I was down, whose feathery gust sent grace into my life.I have listened to the cackling of crows.I have risen from the cauldron with the white raven,and now, I am told, it is time to be these things I so love,to fly.to bless.to spread grace. Share on Facebook Tweet Follow Tasara Share Share Share Share Share
YES!!!!!! Go for it!!!!