The red thread weaves, flows forth, and shapes our connection. It is when we seize the crown of sovereignty that our relation changes. We image the sacred King and marry the land, we become shapers of the flow. From us the the thread thickens and pulses with nwyfre. This is the churn and grind of serpent's breath upon our lives.
"Lost in a thicket bare-footed upon a thorned path."