The soft love of a woman

The watchful, wise owl sees the truths that lurk in the dark and delivers the intel to the Guardian lion. The Guardian assimilates the information into its golden ether, letting the intelligence merge with its muscle, its matrix.

The fierceness of the Guardian allows for the softness of the woman who lives inside of the lion spirit.

She sleeps soundly as butterflies flap their wings, dusting the worries away that have settled on the surface of her mind. They gently untangle the fears knotted in her hair so her intuition may flow freely.

Her tenderness must be protected.

For the soft love of a woman in times of fear is like the gift of water in an unrelenting desert.