Who Is The Meandering Matriarch? Posted by The Meandering Matriarch. Well, once again I am hoist with my own petard. Or, put another way, I am foiled by my own plan. This is one of those times. Not just because it will be more than a little costly, but because I was a bit emotionally attached to the items in question. Or the crystals not crystally enough? Has to be replaced, but my favourites.

Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time. Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time. Every night she is staring at the very same mirror, smeared with strangers staring back. Every night her soul is floating in the space between her face and this estranged reflection. All that I Can See. Her peaceful smile is more of a ritual, rather than an expression of joy, as i.