Montana Wolf

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Winter Reckoning

It's dark. Damned in pitch black India ink, can't-see-the-nipples-on-the-end-of-my-breasts dark. It's supposed to be this way. The shortest day came and went and the sun limps begrudingly towards spring. My reckoning with steely January, one day away, unfolds under a full moon, blue moon and lunar eclipse. This time is not for the faint of heart.

Oy vey. (My jewish girlfriends wouldn't have to worry that they'd spelled it right.)

I'm way beyond the reach of St. John's Wort; burrowing fast, to a place where chatter ceases. Approaching Janus, two-faced God of gates and thresholds, beginnings and endings. Ready to leave this fear-filled decade of idiot wind behind.

1 comment:

  1. I started at the top of your blogspot and read to the bottom and thought, DAMN, I LOVE THIS WOMAN!