Once when the world was more simple, gifts were given freely from the goddess to the people. No earning points system or gold stars for praise. Gifts were bestowed as concepts to ponder, assistance making choices or just for fun. This was before competition and violence. People had their basic needs met and knew well DIVINITY lived and spoke inside their hearts. Touched ever so gently by the tip of a fern and now I remember.
Snake woman. She lives. She teaches. She sticks her neck out to show the way. Round and round, sparkling, diving. Her knowing brings worlds, not things. Am I still enough for her to see me? Will she notice I am listening?
Snow caves. Star beings. Bright white dark depths. Watch over me please my saints, my lovers. I don’t know my direction but you do. Will you please share with me? I have all the time I need.
