It’s been a rocky old week, one way and another. The big
news is that the priestess arrested my pathetic attempt to walk away from her. She
understood, of course, but simply said ‘no’, and explained in typically forthright
manner - expressed in typically lyrical fashion - why she said ‘no.’ I suppose it’s
what priestesses do, or maybe it's an old soul Chinese thing.
So do I feel trapped? Not at all. I feel bathed and blessed
and happy to belong to something worth belonging to. This is a new experience
for me.
And yet I still want to know whether Mary has her mother’s
eyes.
It seems a long time since I was this irritatingly
enigmatic. Welcome back.
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