It is awe-inspiring to stand tall among the Dark
Goddesses. Their hair, feathers, fur
rippling in the winds.
It is exhilarating and oh-so-humbling to ride on Celaeno's
dark feathered back, as her powerful wings ride the wicked winds of the biggest
storm you have ever seen. These were the storms that I sailed and
rejoiced in before man's ancestors were even a day-dream of Creation.
It is exhilarating and oh-so-humbling to stalk through the
tall savana grasses, rubbing shoulders with Sekhmet, the white lioness of the
desert. All I have hunted and killed to
feed my family millennia before man stood upright and proclaimed himself above
it all.
It is exhilarating and oh-so-humbling to perk in the naked
branches of an oak tree using the crow's piercing gaze to look at the sacred
groves of the Druids, being preened over by the Morrigan herself. I have
watched and loved my small warring Celtic Tribes long before the Romans burned
the entire world to ash.
It is heartbreaking to sit upon the Hill, on a low stone
bench, with a skeleton hand gripping my own and a weighty scythe laying across
both our knees. Dear child, I have been here since the beginning and I am the
ending. All things flow out from me into
the world to share their spark, their song, their heart dance...and when it is
done....it is back to me they return.
There is no Creation without Destruction. And no Destruction without Creation.
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