(inspired by this entry over at incredible juju)
i understand why i make you uncomfortable.
the women you are used to seeing are not fully themselves.
they have forgotten how to read the face of the moon, let alone howl at it.
their magic is locked up tight in their ignored wombs,
in soccer practice,
in music lessons,
and heat-and-serve meals.
the women you are used to only feel vague stirrings of their wild witchiness.
(the goddess can be hard to hear over cnn and oprah's guru of the moment)
the power of their dreams has been eclipsed by reason.
but i am one of the old ones returned.
born knowing better,
holding the keys.
i, too, had to live in this world
and suffered some amnesia.
but you cannot fool me any longer,
nor harm me.
i will love you from afar if necessary,
but i will not suffer a fool.
you are more than the world has offered you.
warrior, protector, provider...yes.
the action of our inspiration.
go and do your work.
then join me.
(c) l.a.m. 2008