Shayna

“Hours passed, but I could not make myself leave the silent land. Feelings rushed through me like the sighing wind: remembered losses, stinging anger at feeling those losses again, panic at not knowing how to balance contradictions, piercing sorrow at the fragility of beauty. But even as those feelings surged through me, I felt something else as well, a kind of joy that is not separate from pain and that cannot exist in isolation from it, a great tearing hunger to live in this world as fully as I could, until I heard the wailing of the fairy woman at my death.”
― Patricia Monaghan, The Red-Haired Girl from the Bog: The Landscape of Celtic Myth and Spirit