The wind howled, and thunder crackled. Rain spattered down, pocking the dusty wood like spatters of blood.
She stood at the threshold, her skin bared to the storm, and held up each tiny figurine to the dark clouds, loudly crying out its call to the wind, invoking its animal spirit with all her strength.
“Moooooo!”
“Baaaaaa!”
“Neeeiiiggghh!”
“Oink! Oink! Oink!”
Thunder rumbled and wind gusted as she placed each figurine in the bucket, its spirit summoned and spent.
And then she giggled, hitched up her diaper, and ran out into the rain …
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I so love this post.
Pure beauty. But, she is not a pagan…merely a heathen. 🙂 Kids are so amazing, aren’t they?
LMAO! Hillarious! 😀
Did you join her?? I find that being able to relive your childhood is a BIG perk of being a parent. Although my responsible, I mean better, half would definitely chastise me for it.