“Daughters of the Moon, children of the Night, rise like dew together until the morning's light. The owl's cry is our anthem, our altar is the sky. The Great Mystery is our Mother to whom now, sisters, fly.” — Louise Hawes Copy Share Image
“There may come a time when you will wish you had never tasted the fruit from the tree of knowledge. There may even come… — Louise Hawes Copy Share Image
“Daughters of the Moon, children of the Night, rise like dew together until the morning's light. The owl's cry is our anthem, our altar… — Louise Hawes Copy Share Image
