Sunday, January 25, 2009

Evolution is a Witch's Broom

I am, by true definition--a sort of witch. It has taken me yards, paths, falls to store this sustainably in house plants, in rows of stones, with words with the sun and the moon. Inspiration whispering from mother's tulips, dashing cardinals, every tree. The wind, goddess lily, jimmies my nerves through my pores. My mother, my aunts, my sister, sisters: we have this. It tugs us.

We have gnawing compassion. I work almost entirely among women, almost entirely with the body. I imagine one day if I can do everything I wish to do, I will both ascend and live on. I will be yin in love with a tender yang. For now, I dwell in instances of heartache mostly. I make light.

The mother earth is sort of falling apart. She can replenish herself. We can stop dying horrifying deaths. Stop the violence and rape, the poison and the plastic. Have things be so hearts jump out to do dances, to hold hands. Galactic bonfires in the wild flower fields. We may bring stars to this earth--not tragically. Magically.

Currently reading:
By: Starhawk
Release date: 1999-09-22

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1 Comments:

At February 9, 2009 at 5:28 PM , Blogger roula said...

i like this a lot. i think about witches a lot.

 

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