Lantern aloft, she endures, veiled, sunset igniting cloth wick at center. She holds space — a shaper of stories, a soulfarer. Your unfurling paths are just steps within her holy lampglow. What invitations beckon, stirring the cauldron of lucid visions? She guards eventide, awaiting your passage: the ultimate embrace of At-One-Ment.
Journal Prompts: What does the word “soulfarer” mean to you? In what ways do you apprentice your higher self to dreams and walking their wisdom?
Céad míle fáilte, folks! Interested in supporting my creative work in different ways? You can like and share posts, leave insights in the “Comment” section, and / or, if moved to do so, “buy me a ☕️.”
