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in the desert she
came to me, dressed all
in snakes and skulls, between the
dirt and shrubs and small night creatures.
"respect time, the turning of the day into night into day. respect and honor the seasons, the sun, the stars, time passing you by, turning your body from baby to bones. respect the passing of time: it is sacred.
there is nothing to fear in death, nothing to fear from the goddess of the darkness. she loves you as she loves all life on the earth. decay, dying, and death are simply part of life. honor the waning. honor yourself in the beauty, of the few turnings of the earth you are allotted in your living body. "
i lamented not knowing her name. how could i honor her if i don't know her name? night time goddess of desert life. pulsing in the earth. the persistent wind on my cheeks, making me blink. snakes, skulls, bones, and darkness
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