| There was a tree stump on the hillside near my home which captivated me. The stump looked like a strong woman, reaching up to the heavens with one hand, and deep into the earth with the other. For years I watched her, in rain, shine, moonlight, starlight, fog and high winds. Through it all she persevered. She showed me how to live by example. My altar faces the hillside and I would often meditate before this beautiful goddess. Recently, she was taken away, unearthed. Nonetheless, I continue to sit before her, remembering that she lives within. |
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