The Furious Spinner

In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

The Gathering

We had the Gathering at Linda's house today. It was hot, hot, hot, so we sat under the old apple tree singing, "Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone but me." My friend Pat knew the next line to that song. "Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone but me, 'Til I come marchin' home." It's a war song!

One of the women there hadn't been to the Gathering before. She told me she read FS every day and loved it. Nice to hear. (Hi, Becky.)

The apple tree had a great Y-shaped trunk. Right at the fork it is rather vaginal looking. Very cool. I took lots of pics. Hardly any of the photographs under the tree turned out except the one Pat took with me and the vaginal tree, but it was mildly risqué, and this ain't that kind of blog.

Linda was very happy. She sat contentedly while people took turns sitting next to her, talking. Under the apple tree, a bit away from Linda, we talked politics a bit. Butterflies flitted all around us. A huge butterfly (swallowtail?) came and alighted on the watermelon. Serena and Linda both called out, "Faeries, Kim! Look!" So sweet.

After everyone had gone except Barb and me, I noticed this gorgeous flower that looked like a jester's hat. (As Mario pointed out, the photograph of it is not the best, but I wanted you to see what I'm talking about. I'll go back and take a better one later.) I fell in love with this flower. I stood over it just telling it over and over how much I loved it. I even kissed it. Barb stood next to me laughing (nervously, maybe). I said, "What can I say? I'm a flower slut." I went into the house and told Linda, "I don't want you to think I love you only for your essences, but I am in love with that flower and want to come back and make an essence." I described it to her. "Bergamot," she said. "Bee balm, Oswego tea." Barb had another name for it, but I can't remember.

"I really enjoyed that," Linda said, talking about the Gathering. "That just did me a world of good, guys. I got to thinking about living instead of dying."

I like that.

Linda & Serena