Metal: the time of Autumn

I needed to go to the out house before Max began his story. Built just a few steps from the main house which was small--an open big room for the kitchen and eating place and living room. Two smaller rooms were built under the hips of the peaked cottage. Well-insulated with south-facing windows and a thick stone wall to collect the heat from the sun, electricity heated my home efficiently. Burning wood? No, I no longer did this. A shame really, since I lived on an island where Cedar, Alder, Hemlock and Fir grew thick and seemed to be proud of their ability to serve in so many ways. My cobbled and cross-stitched life had included wood when I was a very young woman, but now? Now, I lived surrounded with metal walls and roof the hard, shiny element. I lived with the reminders of Autumn, the season of The Father. Letting go has not been an easy process, so at least for now, or for as long as it takes, the metal feeds me regularly.

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How little most people knew about witches ... oh well, that's a story for another time. Max is patient I thought. Used to the nature and cycles of humans. Relieved of the pressure on my bladder, I sprinkled a hand-full of peat moss over my leavings, covered the toilet and opened the outhouse curtain to walk the short distance to the cottage. Walking back the emotions swelled. They hide most of the time because my Capricorn Moon loves to hoard feelings. I let few people see me wet with emotions. The Gardener found ways to my hoarding moon; she was used to roots that swelled and traveled deep.


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