Let go of “good”. Let Her go wild. Let Her be Wild and Mad. Let her hate. It comes back as Adamantium and red alloy in the heart. Something dense and forged. That is love and care from power and fierceness. This is right.

Let the fierceness erupt as violence, feel the guilt, let it all alchemize. The spinning wheels in many of her mandalas.

Let the ugliness occur. But its ugliness perpetuated through that form. Anchored in depth of fire and earth richness.