I should watch what I say, I am not sure what to write-how to write it. How much does one give up on these sites-information that is? Some people would be very upset to read this stuff but sometimes it is the only friend I tell, this space here.
Running through the woods yesterday with a blanket of white and pink trilliums spread out before me I thought of calling out to my women. I thought of being in the middle of a circle in a heap of tears and comforting words and soothing touches. I thought of them passing along their words of wisdom, their strength to me in my time of need. I thought of them passing along to me their charms of protection from the attackers in my life who come. I thought of the truth and what it would do to everyone.
Then as I ran I felt the power of the forest. I felt the new growth and even the power of new death as I ran over the carpet of needles made by the hundred year old white pine that didn't make it through a bad winter storm. I felt the deer and the rabbits and the foxes and the coyotes watching me as I ran. I heard the squirrels scurrying away up into the safety of the trees and the sunlight teased me through the leaves.
Then as I grew stronger in the woods I saw the faces of my women- loving, beautiful and very strong and wise. My tears ran down my cheeks as I ran. I told my sadness to the woods and the woods told me it was time to do some protective magic. I need to protect myself. I think I recognize the signs now.
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I like this, the thought of calling out to your women for comfort, for support for wisdom. We all need that, women around us to hold us up.
How beautiful. Listen to the woods, so wise.
Those woods have seen many generations of women and now they see you.
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