I’m feeling like its time to give birth to this thing.
Dancing shaking, listening.
Time to give birth to this thing.
bringing it into the light for the first time.
Who am I to do this? Who am I? Who am I ?
The owl woman says “WhOOOOOOOOOOOO?”
Marianne says, “Who are you NOT?”
My Heart is Beating.
That is enough.
But the wheel will turn..with me. I am the keeper of time.
Now you are too!
What happens when the women are the keepers of time?
My grandmother’s grandmother doesn’t remember.
It is October. I will ask her again!