Post by Vada of the Caves on May 9, 2013 18:12:13 GMT -5
Heartwood boards stood end to end. Atop those sat the reddened mushrooms that also littered the cave. Beyond, were buckets of water gathered from each of the ponds inside the cave. It would be her own nature, her own self, that was pinning her to her place. Stretched to the brink of tear, arms taut, The Mother looked on.
"Womb and Blood, we take this gift." Vada holds up the athame to each of the Directions. The kindling outside ignites without any outside help.
Essence dipped in winds spirals across the boards creating a barrier between the cave of Spirituality and the world outside...
Already on their way.. gifts.. tokens of what was to come..their new owners will remember she was here.
"Womb and Blood, we take this gift." Vada holds up the athame to each of the Directions. The kindling outside ignites without any outside help.
Essence dipped in winds spirals across the boards creating a barrier between the cave of Spirituality and the world outside...
Already on their way.. gifts.. tokens of what was to come..their new owners will remember she was here.