The Serpentine Portal: Sterling Silver Necklace

  I am writing from the seam between worlds- we are just past Samhain, the time of the thinning of the veil. It is slowly closing up, like a wound healing itself. At the time of my writing this, the first snow of the season is on in Philadelphia. The winter is Hermit time to me, when we release ourselves from the world and journey inward. We become the bear, engorged on our Spring and Summertime experiences, lessons, heartbreaks, victories andhibernate. We take the time to process these experiences in our winter cave. Much like the bear who digs into the earth making his own ‘cave’, the Ancient Medusa lived a solitary, lonely life in her own. Her ‘otherness’ was the nest of snakes atop her head: in earlier iterations, she was monstrously grotesque, but as time passed her features gave way to a stunning beauty beneath the hands of the artists who reimagined her.This re-visioning marked her as one of the first ‘Femme Fatales’ of the cultural consciousness – a creature possessing the beau