The White Creature and the Black Wolf are in dialogue, but Nyx gathers both poles into a single body. Almost as if the covenant became incarnate.
The White Creature and the Black Wolf are in dialogue, but Nyx gathers both poles into a single body. Almost as if the covenant became incarnate.
We so often move toward wounds as doorways: the bloody, violent, creaturely moment is not erased by grace but made eternal by it. Hunger doesn’t go away; it’s woven into a kind of love.