This post is in response to the Kemetic roundtable prompt for “Fallow Time”. Since there are so many different ways of interpreting this question, I think I’m going to do a couple of little pieces.
There was a time I thought my world was falling apart. I felt ripped to pieces, emotionally drained. Things were, in short, very hard.
And I said, “I know who to talk to.”
I am pretty sure it was a full moon in August I went out and just talked to him about it. About the pain, about the despair, about the fighting to keep things working in my life, about the needing to relinquish my hold on things that I was losing anyway. I talked for a long time.
And I said something like, “Okay. I’m going to go out and I’m going to get a plant. I will tend it as your…
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