a melancholy spirit wears its darkness
like a shroud of clarity,
for it knows it
like the dark night,
where dreams manifest their gold
where its treasure brings a dawn chorus
of songs so brilliant
and sadness so rich
without the misery of depression
it expands and breaths and sighs once more
Caroline Carey
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About Caroline Carey
Caroline, born in 1960, grew up with a love for the wild, for nature, for animals and to dance. She wrote poetry and stories, created theater and explored the art of ritual of which she always held a fascination for. Not being of the academic type and being passionate about mystery, immagination and myth, she chose to spend her time alone with her many animals and the passion she had for ecstatic dance whether indoors or in nature. Her imagination was as wild as her life-style and by adapting the religious education insisted on by her family, she was able to recognise her own innate connection to Spirit and the spirit guides she became strongly connected to. Mothering her six, (now adult) children, Caroline has learnt the art of play, creativity, story telling and the deep surrender and unconditional love that motherhood bestows upon us.
