Caryn E. HoneaFollow

At the advent of the coming Age of clarity and compassion, all things not of compassion must smolder back into non-existence. Watching that dying fire is bittersweet, feeling both sadness for having endured its unbearable heat for so long and being withered under the heaviness of is oppressive swelter, and yet alleviation as we inhale the billows of smoke of the quenched flames whose heat has kept us in a collective state of perceived limitation and fear.