In a far-off land
‘neath a hill of grass and stone
lives the Bean Sidhe.
Cloaked in rags
Dreaded silver locks
Tattoos of woad telling stories of her life
Her face a skull
One clear eye seeing without
The cloudy one seeing within
Her skeletal finger pointing out the eternal
Her life will never end
With her knowing eyes she’s seen it all
Nothing you could say would surprise
Nothing you do could shock
She sees only Truth
A mirror for those who dare –
who can endure her eternal screaming.
A witness to all of humanity’s sorrow
and a voice for all who weep for humanity’s doom –
They’ve no one to blame but themselves.
I am She and She is me.
What Are Your Soul Gifts?
13 lessons done at your own pace
Created and Facilitated by Lauri Ann Lumby