Earth Woman Tree Woman:
A musical fantasy
An excerpt:
She followed with her eyes the upward flight until it landed on the hand of the man leaning lightly on the shoulder of the Tree Woman. … In his left hand he held a wolf formed of clay. As he reached down to her she saw the earnest seeking eyes of the wolf, the mouth open in a song. As she reached to hold it the circle was complete – the man to the tree, the tree to the woman, the woman to the wolf and the wolf to the man.
Suddenly the wind slipped a mist around her eyes and she felt herself sinking into the Tree Woman, becoming the woman, becoming alive, herself and the woman, made of the earth and the tree,… supple as the willow and strong as the oak. And the man and the wolf became blurred floating together, one and wild and freeborn.
He howled and sang to the sea, she – woman, earth and tree – jumped on his back and they ran, racing the wind along the cliffs. Within her was a wild confusion. There was herself and then another that was many, that was All. And the many sang of the newfound freedom.
I am the earth, the growing, the first born,
anchored no longer.
I am the highest form, called the lowest,
synthesizer, anchored no longer.
I am the transformer,
I am the earth-source of all life,
anchored no longer.
Hair flying, tail flying they climbed the forested hills and called to the day-moon. They cantered through the high meadows flying down on the wind to the sea… as the sun sank into the foam, taking the light, leaving the night, and the moon shining on wet sand, and glinting in the wave swept rocks.
Cold, white light when the earth becomes still and slowly a tree is a tree and a wolf is a wolf, and the circle is broken.
COMING SOON!
