Keren Stanton is a wild woman, shedding off the too-tight skin of suburbia and the rigid mantle of the condemnation of Man. Most in love with the forest, the smell of the dank earth, she is committed to the soul-work of holding a lantern aloft in the darkness, whether that light shines a path out of the darkness or a way to walk deeper into it. She doesn’t have the answers, but she does know the way.
She wears the title of Witch with pride and honor, as it is her birthright and the only name that fits. She knows that true love is fierce love and that giving up on her dreams and her message is never an option. And so she speaks.
She would rather not be told what she should or shouldn’t do. Her ears can’t translate the hate-speak of today. Her’s is a language of the wind in the trees, the babbling brooks, the rushing rivers, a crackling fire, and the calling of the Raven.