Grove Hollow Metamorphosis

by Shelby Nicole McFadden

Time’s cruel, fickle nature deceives us into believing it is limitless and abundant. We fail to appreciate the time we are given, unaware of how little remains.

It’s unavoidable that the ones we love will someday depart to whatever unknown lies ahead, leaving behind a painful emptiness. With each passing day, the echoes of their presence slowly fade away until the sounds of their footsteps and the distinct tone of their voice become distant and forgotten. The memory of their physical presence in a room with us dissipates, reminding us only of their absence.

“Tarot tells us stories and cycles of our lives. They are our spiritual guides, our celestial allies, illuminating our path through what’s yet to come and what has passed.”

beauty can thrive amid imperfection and that there’s a unique charm to wild and unrestrained things.

“She nearly destroyed the reputation of the Whitney name in every way. After she disappeared, they did their best on damage control and erased her from the family.” I’m shocked by this revelation. “What did she do that was so terrible?” Aunt Ruth takes another puff of her cigarette and blows the smoke upwards before replying, “She murdered the entire Montgomery family.”