MOTHER
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moon phases � |
The wind is howling through my head...it feels strange and airy and like nothing at all. I didn't see my shadow today, too bad, I guess I am having another six weeks of winter. More wind, more white outs, more songs. If the sun returns I won't feel so alone. I won't see in grey and white. I once made pictures, I remember that. It smelled stange and wonderful in a warm small womb of creativity. Now I think I create something darker and more enveloping. Something angry and frustrated. It looks dark and somewhat oblong. It is hard to see past it. Could be a serpent of some kind, lurking, waiting to strike. It is comming out of me yet it gets in my way. How can a part of me be so unwilling to work with me?
Kali.
I hear music. Women singing of cold and dark. Women chanting a dirge of remembering to forget. I must go listen now.
written at 22:41:41
2001-02-02
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