She was a fox. She lived in her world but was rarely seen. She was careful and deliberate in her movements and avoided other creatures. This isolation became habit and the woman forgot how to shift back to being a woman. She forgot she ever was a woman most of the time. She loved the smells in her world most of all. It was like color to the woman she had been. If the wind could blow a rainbow around and color floated on the air in wiffs or gusts or in irredescent clouds, that would come close to describing the scents and odors she experienced.
She felt drawn or was it pulled back to the woman. Others depended on her, needed her. Goddess called and the fox knew there was mission to complete. Reluctantly she became visible, everything smelled grey and she stood up to greet the morning.
Have you ever participated in a sweatlodge? I have and I am a better woman for it. I was selected to be the Water Woman for our ritual because I was the oldest. I am a crone and take it seriously. This is my space to throw water on you just when you think you can't take anymore heat.
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