Thursday 30 April 2015

Respecting a Cold Mother.

Another Beltane Eve, another footfall on the road, another fire lit in homage to the earth that sustains and destroys us with equal ease. I’m alive because my body is nurtured by the fruits of the earth. My brother in Nepal is dead because the same earth shuddered. Our mother exercises her choices arbitrarily, but she’s still our mother.

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