Return to the Temple

What does this chocolate-eyed, big-hearted man do, inviting the Goddesses into silence to consider these questions?

Shall I dare tell him that the Way for me is not through deep contemplation, but rather by leaving

the man in the dark cave to ponder these ideas himself...

...whilst we go on hands and knees touching roots and mosses, sniffing and snorting the Wild Earth pungency

...plunging into river madness, screaming to the mountain-tops our joyous craziness.

I sit and watch my Goddess deny her Nature - hold her Breath, leaning back in her seat, not swallowing; eyes squinting and straining, cringing and grimacing, forcing a 'restfulness' making herself the steady one - which was never God's design.

Hallelujah!

She is the wild one and must be witnessed in all her raving madness - tripping and falling, hair flying, pelvis writhing, screaming and exalting like the wildest thunderstorm.

Wait.

"Are thunderstorms dangerous?" you ask.

Do you know the most beautiful freshness in the air that comes only after a lightning storm?

I invite you to Breathe that in Sisters and Brothers!

Go ahead.

Within that is both the answer and the question.

And we focus so much on the danger of the Lightning storm and the potential of the towering tree being incinerated to the ground leaving nothing but a piece of smouldering charcoal on the Earth.

I am as wise and open as the towering tree. I am as humble and reduced as the piece of charcoal.

I return to the temple to dance before the men and await to hear their deep ponderings from the cave.

Sarah Priestess

December, 2009