Nurture your Nature

The Goddess of Lightning speaks

The Goddess of Lightning speaks
Missoula, July 8th, 2019

The Goddess of Lightning graces us with her gusts from the south,

forces herself through the screen mesh

wets a 2 dollar coin I was given in Prizren.

With four fingers I twirl it's scalloped edges minted in Hong Kong.

As the world spins the rains swirl around us.

It's been a wet year.

Everything's green except early grasses gone to seed.

If we ever have heat gardens will do well.

It's odd to breathe in this moisture.

The old hotel hallways bear layers of dust. My room is always dry. My skin usually itches.

We are born thirsty here.

But this evening it darkens early and the rumble of thunder precedes the cool downdraft that enters our perception.

The Goddess of Lightning must be listened to.

She insists,

bawls out anyone who prefers silence.

For Silence is drought.

And Drought brings death.

The Goddess pours down upon us her life-affirming moisture.

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