Celeste and June in November

“It’s Scorpio time,” said Celeste who as her name suggested paid some attention to the stars and their progress through the wheel of the year. “What is going to happen this year? Something always does….”

“Several somethings, no doubt,” said June dryly. “I always feel a little braced in November.”

“Is it time to conjure a few more wise ones? Wizards and witches, shamans and fools? It’s that season.”

“I think Owen is getting close to his Chironic wounded healer power and Thea is diving deep with her painting. Really everyone is taking some major leaps right now. The dream world has been hopping. And the birds are pretty excited. Almost spring-like in some ways or mid-summer when the raucous young ravens fledge.”

Celeste yawned and stretched thinking how tired she was and that tomorrow was a school day. A fire twinkled merrily in the grate, welcome sustenance on this chilly night. She licked her forefinger and pressed it to glean the remaining chocolate chip cookie crumbs from the plate Ariel had presented them earlier. “Maybe I should take your advice about retiring soon. Rhea is coming along nicely as a teacher and I can imagine leaving the Illahee School in her competent hands. I have my eye on Ariel too.”

“That would be a huge step for you,” responded June, not daring to hope her partner would act on the suggestion any time soon, yet knowing that the time was inevitably approaching. “It would be lovely to have you present here in a different way. I wonder what that would look like.”

“More sewing and clothes design for one thing. I could get serious about my astrology and astronomy studies for another, I still have such a strong feeling that you and I are here from the stars. I’d like to explore my connection with the Pleiades.”

“And I with Sirius. We are spirits learning to be human.”

“Oh no. I just thought. What if our true homes are different worlds. I don’t know if I could bear to be separate from you, dear heart.”

“Perhaps we’ll just need to come back here again…. so we can be together…..” Each fingered the single diamond in her own left ear, a pair split one holiday season to remind them of their origins in the stars. Each then reached across to finger the twin sparkling in the other’s ear, looking into each other’s eyes. It was a ritual that never failed to delight them. A quick hug sealed with a kiss and they sat back again in their corners of the blue chintz love seat drawn in front of the fire.

“I know that Pluto and Neptune are dancing in tandem. Shadow selves being fished out of the deep by the watery king, while Jupiter makes it all loom large. Is there something we should be doing to help things along?” asked Celeste, pouring herself a little more from the delightful Goddessy Damiana liquour bottle between them.

June added another log to the fire – wood Arlo had split – and then decided to warm up her cooling cup of Cindy’s lavender and tulsi tea nestled in the duck down cozy that Caliente had made for them. So lovely having evidence of younger friends all around them. The fire happily kindled more brightly and the stars twinkled outside the window.

“It feels like there is some heat bubbling in various quarters…. sexually I mean. It could stir things up to have some company in that realm.”

“Other female couples?”

“I don’t know about that. Sure, it would be nice to have more witchy lesbians around, but I have a feeling that’s not so important as raising the general heat level around here. Ours too, of course.”

Their hands reached across the small distance between them to clasp warmly and then following suit, their heads bent forward as well. Lips connected and softened, opening to allow tongues to do their dance. Each put a hand on the other’s cheek. And drank deeply. “You smell good,” said one to the other. Breath came faster for a moment then stilled again. They drew apart, their eyes open deeply to each other, content to let the stirring in their cunts simmer for a bit.

“Do you ever wish we were younger, Celeste?”

“You mean like I would have grabbed you hard in the old days and we’d be rolling on the floor by now with or without our shirts?”

“Nice memories, aren’t they?”

“I keep having the feeling that if there were more juice around us, we’d have more juice between us. But maybe that’s just wishful thinking….”

“When you wish upon a star…. “ Celeste sang. “Venus is rising again in the east aka Inanna returning from the Underworld to greet her lover.”

“Remember back when I was whining about how there was no one else to play with magically?”

“I wasn’t very willing to take part in those days, was I?”

“You were busy putting energy into the school. You still are.”

“I know,” Celeste said ruefully. “It’s all-consuming.”

“And worth it. You’ve helped a lot of young folks come into their own. Look at the marvelous crop abroad now, both those here and those out a’wandering about the globe.” June thought longingly of Marina Goodwin-Brown, a favorite of hers.

“Still…..”

“I remember I had to take myself firmly in hand and do the psi stuff on my own. Let my sand tray work be shamanic, even if my clients didn’t always realize it. I learned how to move myself in that space of magic and mystery, letting even ordinary, everyday actions have meaning and import. Model the world I want to be living in. It’s a challenging discipline.”

“You do it so well.”

“Not all the time, of course, but I had such marvelous training from my earliest years. I thank my mother and aunts daily. Plus I keep my life quiet enough that I can usually open my heart center to operate from. All my chakras really. As you know, it doesn’t work if I’m out in groups too much. No dancing or drumming for me much less city council meetings or board memberships, no matter how worthy the cause. I just can’t stay centered when I am pulled every which way by people’s energies and dramas and fears. I get seduced into caring too much about the details then. I can manage it one on one with clients if I’m very careful and cleanse after every session. Put their worry cares into my little cauldron to work themselves out on their own…. Of course, sometimes a particular group thing calls me….”

“Seems like there have been more than usual this fall. You got us to the Equinox Labyrinth, the Demeter and Persephone women’s ritual, and even Day of the Dead. I’ve been amazed.”

“I’m tracking that about myself obviously. Seems like things are heating up somehow and my Inner Guidance keeps saying I’m needed to be present – to nudge things a bit more than in years past. Maybe it’s all finally coming together….”

“Have you noticed Gabriel and Jasmine Terranova’s energy? It’s very intriguing.”

“Kind of sparking…. They haven’t opened up yet about all they know…. Getting their bearings I assume. And who on earth are Ken and Marsha? They’re taking Ursula’s class. I come across him wandering around in the dream time but he’s pretty unconscious….”

“I’ll bet one or both of them show up in your sand tray studio soon.”

“We’ve been waiting an awfully long time. Is it finally long enough? We always knew people would show up and grow into their power.”

“You helped heal a bunch of them.”

“As you helped raise a bunch.” June raised her teacup to salute Celeste. “We both are available when the big energies need us.”

“I’ve always thought it amazing that we can live here in a group house….”

“Luckily we have our little suite.”

“And Owen is such a steady soul.”

June raised an eyebrow. “You’re forgetting….”

“I suppose I am. But at least we weren’t all living together during his pot and alcohol PTSD years. Nor during his sadness while Susan died and then when Robin fledged from the nest. But that led him to invite us into the house. What a blessing that has been. We’ve helped him anchor, I think.”

“Not to mention the stray urchins who pass through here. We always seem to know which ones will work for us, and us for them.”

“Usually. I think Ariel is a keeper, though I don’t suppose she’ll be content in this house forever. She will stay in the area now.” June spoke as if saying it made it so which it did. “She’s home, you know.”

“Probably she’ll partner up. I have a feeling it might be with a woman, speaking of that.”

“Speaking of that.” Their hands reached out massaging knees and sliding up thighs to their matched pair of v-shaped crotches…. The flames kindled a bit more this time. “I do believe there is a little juice flowing, Sweetie. Shall we adjourn to the bed? As inviting as the fire is, this floor is awfully challenging to my hips nowadays.”

“Not just yet,” said June. “I’d like to dedicate our rising flame to the collective fire – juice and muscle, sinew and bone. Semen and fallopian tubes – even ours that aren’t doing much any more. Our memories will suffice and can flow forward from the past into the future.” She turned her eyes towards the winged Isis statue that knelt on the mantle piece surrounded by lavender sprigs, calendula and feather bouquets, several cowrie shells and a large piece of obsidian. “May the Goddess bless all our unions and the gods rise to the charms and calls of Venus, Inanna and Isis. It is time. Help me up, Celestina mia, my knees are a bit creaky tonight.”

 

 

A New Fire is Lit

Charley was “suited” up and ready to head out the door. He wasn’t really wearing a suit, of course, but rather a slightly tattered pair of jeans and jean jacket over a long sleeve t-shirt with an eagle emblazoned on its front. His favorite soft knitted hat was on his head to ward off the chill of a wet looking day and his backpack was in hand, full of current to-do items.

“Where is that note with the Terranova’s phone number?” he asked.

Ursula who was sipping tea looked at him thoughtfully.

“What?” he said, trying to keep irritation out of his voice. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m glad you’re off happily and I’m glad you’re following up with the Terranovas. It’s important work and, as they say, somebody has to do it…..”

“But…?“ he said.

“I feel like we’ve been passing ships, you and I. Hello, goodbye. Off on very separate trajectories.”

“But I thought you wanted it like that. I thought you wanted alone and uncommitted wandery time between here and store.”

“I do. I have. But where is our union? The convergence of our work and play? We sleep next to each other, of course. But…. It’s like we’re together only in a crowd when we’re fomenting this and that.”

“I haven’t been bothering you with most of the details unless it is something only you know or something you bring up….”

“I know. And I thank you for that. It’s not about the details. I don’t feel left out at all. It’s about where our togetherness is… or isn’t….”

“Ahh…. That…. We have been a little out of touch with each other…. But I really can’t stop right now to process, Ursula. Can we set a time? I could probably even do it this evening.”

“A date? Can we have a date? It’s been so long. I’ll fix something special to eat….”

“It’s a date,” he smiled. “Sounds lovely.”

“The Terranova’s number is on that pink sticky note below the spice rack.”

 

It wasn’t more sex per se she wanted, Ursula mused. They actually had that groove down pretty well, given the normal ebbs and flows of four children within a thirty-five year relationship (or was it closer to forty?). There had been a lovely renewal after the twins left a few years ago, when they had reveled in a new sense of privacy and freedom from parental distractions of the everyday sort. But even that intimacy had settled into a pattern – too much of a groove?

Sex had definitely felt rather rote for a while. They turned to each other in the night to give and receive comfort from the day’s tribulations and often one thing led to another even without the raging hormones of their youthful years. Ursula gave thanks that their sexual dance, in the sense of body parts rubbing nicely with each other, was fine.

It was a different sort of connection she was missing. A particular deeper sort of intimacy she wasn’t sure she could even define. They’d been cruising along having made a pretty serene transition to different job categories. Their sense of abundance was serving them well on the material front. But their constant “doing-ness” and an attendant seeming shortage of Time had become an issue for her. Probably for Charley too though he’d been pretty wrapped up in making the shift into the admin work he was proving so good at. Inevitably that rushed-ness and busy-ness had affected their personal focus. Always ready to process on behalf of any of their groups, it was easy to let slide the time for the important subtleties of their marriage partnership.

 

Ursula took a while explaining all this to Charley when evening came. “…. so I keep feeling there is a way that we can connect into each other that we’ve not been letting ourselves experience. I don’t know what it looks or feels like but I know there is magic to be made sexually. I also know that our common purpose has been so focused outward into the children and into our community that we really haven’t explored what it means to be partnered in any significantly new way that is in line with the other explorations we’ve been doing with the groups. Psychically, for instance. Energetically. Not for a long time anyway.”

Charley was silent after his wife’s soliloquy. They were sitting cross- legged facing each other on cushions in front of the woodstove, its doors open to share the flickering warmth and glow of an alder and apple wood fire. Oyster stew and garlic bread simmered in their bellies. The champagne bottle was half empty.

He wasn’t as adept at processing with words as Ursula, but with her earnest brown eyes on him, he knew he couldn’t be silent long and he needed to remember his deep listening skills. “I think you’re saying that we could be going deeper together but that we’re letting our outer work distract us. I gather you still want us to be doing that outside work….”

“Right – the community involvement is part of our whole. I actually think we need to be moving more tribally rather than less, i.e. more intimately as a group somehow….”  Her voice trailed off.

“But you’re saying it needs to start with ourselves. We need to be grounded within the twosome unit we’re most connected with….”

“You and I. You do get it.” She sighed with relief. It always helped so to have someone – especially a beloved someone – confirm that they were hearing what you were struggling to put into words.

“I love you, Ursula. And I love it that you’re prodding us about this…”

“But what do we do now?”

“Yeah. I certainly don’t know where to start. Just going to bed feels kind of awkward….”

“Even with champagne to smooth the way,” she giggled. “How ‘bout I give you a massage? I didn’t even give you one on your birthday recently.”

“I won’t turn you down. But I could give you one…”

“I offered first. The room is cozy. Do you want to smoke a little first? That would let me get into it more deeply.”

“It does seem like this is a time to let the Green Herb help us get out of our conscious minds. We might even get a little ceremonial about it.”

“Good idea.”

Ursula fetched the antler and bone pipe they’d used for years and Charley added more wood to the fire. She looked on the candle shelf for a rose shaped one she had been given for her birthday last summer. “Time to light this sucker up. It will bring Aphrodite in.” He found a silky blue green cloth to cover the pillows. “This will bring our watery friends in.”

“Can you reach the coconut oil? I’ll get the rose quartz heart.”

They sat cross-legged in front of each other sharing a few puffs of locally grown from the pipe. As he began taking off his clothes, Ursula leapt up again to get glasses of spring water for each of them. “May the Mountain source us too. I didn’t tell you that I had an orgasm the other day standing out at the Stone Table and looking up at the Mountain.”

“What?!”

When she told him the story, he laughed and laughed. “I feel rather one-upped by that one.”

She warmed some coconut oil in her hands. “Lie down on your belly now. I’ll start with your feet….“

Ursula took Charley’s feet in her hands, lifting them a little as she did so. Feeling their weight and heft. Noticing how the toes bent this way and that. Tracing the delicacy of his ankles. After a few minutes she put the left one down and began to smooth the right one, feeling the skin soft in some places, rough in others. Then increasing the pressure she moved her fingers along the bones and sinews feeling for knots and tangles, not necessarily physical ones but the energetic blocks that so often land in the feet.

“Ouch!” said Charley “That hurt. I know you’re getting to some deep stuff that probably needs to be cleared. But I thought we were doing erotic tonight.”

“Oh right,” said Ursula. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her energy to center differently. No longer reaching for “broken” places where Bear often led her, but rather sensing the lover in her husband, even in his prosaic feet. He who wanted to be touched and honored. Her mate who wanted to connect with her Soul…. “It’s not Mother Bear we want tonight, we want….” She hesitated unsure….

“We called in Aphrodite, didn’t we?” offered her husband.”Who is also, of course, Venus.”

“Ahh.” The classic image came into her mind of the tall maiden standing in the scallop shell, a few auburn tresses blowing loose and a long coil of hair self-consciously hiding her pubis. Angelic attendants hovered to cover her more fully. Rather demure and virginal for this seasoned granny. Ursula wanted naked knowing nymphs or sirens. She wanted her hair blazoning  around her, showing off her full glory, with pearls and abalone to adorn her and rich spicy scents.… Maybe a mysterious, glittering mask… Or, thinking of a painting she’d seen recently, perhaps even snakey tresses and a gleeful, lusty expression as she loomed over her lover, her covering a shell shaped g-strap with a pink curved opening….

As she allowed these images of the Greek love goddess to flow and become embodied in her, she could feel the energy in her hands shift. Siren energy beckoning. Alluring. Igniting. Soon very different hands caressed and pulled gently on each of Charley’s toes in turn and then slid along the bottom of the foot. A shiver went from there in two directions – up his leg and up her arms. A different sort of connection was being established. She reached for the opposite foot to give balance. Soon with her fingernails pricking like a playful kitten, she followed the energy up the back of both legs – swirling as if she were drawing. Tickling a little behind his knees, inching up his inner thighs….. Just about to the top….. She could feel him catch his breath in anticipation, but teasing, she started back down again. Charley moaned a little and peered over his shoulder. “Keep going up?”

“Be patient, my Adonis. I want to gentle and relax these beautiful thighs first.” She reached around them, feeling their golden hairiness, honoring their strength. Many a time she had watched from the house down to the waves as these legs crouched with impressive composure and fortitude on his surfboard. Tonight, she admired the muscles and sinews she found, stroking the length, reaching around to cover the breadth. Hinting at going higher. Teasing still. Promising. Her energy now sinuous, now catlike, now….

Charley moaned again as her hands slid up over his butt. Again muscular, yet with a lovely padding of fat that felt just right. Gluteus maximus. Her hands kneaded gently for a bit and then slid sideways up his butt crack causing a gasp from both of them before slipping under to his hip bones. Nice and boney. And…..

“Time for a little oil?” she asked in a sultry voice, Aphrodite making herself known again like a tropical breeze through her body.

“Yessss,“ he breathed, enjoying the changes in Ursula’s energy from Bear to…. Siren….. to Jaguar. Wonderful…. In her power.

“Not quite yet,” she teased as she straddled his hips, moving her hands up and down his back. First along the spine and then outward to trace the ribs and eventually up over his shoulders. Just a bit of kneading there. And then a brushing with fluttering hands. A lot of stuff cluttered there that could be released. She swept away phantom sheets of paper that she had no desire to identify. Instead with her mental “eyes” closed, she moved the energy down his arms to his hands, where she also gathered up and swept off all kinds of computer and telephone keys, then door keys and….. “Be Gone!” she whispered. “Out! Into the woodbox. Not here tonight. He can pick you up in the morning.” She giggled at the image. “Hey are you awake?” she asked the still form beneath her hands and under her legs.

“Emmmm.” He answered lazily.

“None of that,” she scolded, “Here!” She slapped him playfully but a little stingily down along his back. Let’s get that blood going.”

“Oil now?” he requested plaintively.

“Oh, ok,” she agreed with pretended reluctance, moving to pour from the plastic bottle by her knee and inhaling the lovely scent of vanilla and cinnamon that wafted towards her from her now slippery hands. She warmed the oil and then rubbing it on her breasts, let herself move again on his body.

“OOOOh,” he moaned, “That’s lovely.” Now she was slipping and sliding her whole torso over his back and down onto his thighs. When she sat up again for more oil she let her hands roam from the small of his back down around and underneath. Charley moaned as she touched his penis, feeling it both straightening and hardening where it had been nestled under his left hip. He moved in rhythm as her hands went gently along the creases between his legs and groin. Then back to his penis with her left hand.

“Time to roll over, Mister.” It was a command to which he happily complied. His penis, delighted to be freed from underneath him, rose tall and perky. “Looking good,” chuckled Ursula appreciatively. “Quite good!” she added as she bent to kiss the tip. The penis bobbed gratefully and its circumcised maleness grinned up at her as his hips made a circular motion.

Yet still drawn by the whole of him, her hands left the tempting organ and moved up the front of his body, along the sides. Ribs, pecs, nipples, heart chakra. She bent again and licked the place between his nipples, imagining the chakra wheel glowing green and sparkly, whirling with love.

Charley’s eyes were closed but he opened one with a squint, his lips pooching into an airy kiss. Taking the hint, she bent and met his mouth. Their lips and tongues did a delicate dance that took all their attention for the next little while….

Around the house that sheltered them, the trees swayed in the rising wind. The Mountain heaved luxuriously and moaned, male and female energies intertwined. A pair of raccoons chittered and two neighboring cats found each other in the bushes.

Neither of these humans felt any of this consciously. Yet, for a few breaths they paused, filling with memories of lovemaking that was also baby making, shifting to thoughts that touched for a minute on grandchild, friends. Tribe. Their years of accomplishments on so many levels. Luckily none of this was spoken and soon with a mutual sigh of sweetness, they each pushed such distractions aside. This was their time. Their space. No need for other energies. They again had eyes and senses only for each other.

 

“Not even me?” asked Pan grinning wickedly from the dark meadow just beyond the window. “Next time you might call me…”

They didn’t even hear him.

 “Not me either, I guess,” said the Green Man.

“They’ll find us soon,” said fiery Shiva and Shakti, full into their respective male and female energies. “We’re moving in. A new earth is forming…. Newly honed bodies are needed.”

 

As they looked deep into each others’ eyes, Ursula felt spirit shivers that she passed through to Charley, their bodies now interlocked length wise, their legs and arms intertwining in ever changing and impossible looking forms. Their breath came fast now. Their mouths instinctively open. Tongues flicking, their hips soon rocked gently as they paused and breathed appreciatively. Soon the rhythm changed and became more urgent. His penis sought its nook. Her clit throbbed for his touch. His fingers answered her whispered plea as she crouched over him. Both moaning now, she moved to find a position where the fitting together could happen. “Aaahhh!” She let him nudge at her cleft and then deliciously enter. “mmmMMM.” She eased down again with him inside her. Rocking. Rocking.

“You ROCK! Charley-Mon,” she said aloud, her words turning to laughter that he soon matched. But then even that was toooooo much. Sparks flew, energy spun through their bodies, igniting torso and fingertips, toes and crown. Hair follicles and fingernails. All abuzz. All ablaze. Rocking. Rocking. Shouting. Crackling.

“Jesus!” She gasped wondering as she did so at the apparent blasphemy of it. But then, “I’m Magdalene! Rising. Rising. Isissssssss.” All the love priestesses through time.

Charley matched her, riding the bursting of his own orgasm, yet tuned into her strong, passionate feminine version that reached somehow deep into ages past. The tsunamis of their two energies rose between them and crested. They had called in this connection and it came full on now. Their spirit selves entwined for a few glorious moments, as intermingled and potent as their bodies already were.

Thea’s Ritual Aftermath

Thea had remained silent throughout the ritual but once home it all replayed in her head. She was close both geographically and emotionally to her mother – her father too, for that matter. And she had made a conscious choice not to have children, so there wasn’t a lot of punch in that…. but Oh! The power of the ritual. The feelings expressed were so intimate and potent. For the first time she really got what it meant to be part of a circle. She could see that sometime another topic would touch her more personally. When she was ready…. She felt badly about not being able to identify with their particular pain but truth be told there was another element that was going on for her.

The women’s ribald laughter had been strangely arousing. It was so freeing to connect about these intimate matters. She had always been shy about such things – it was the way she was brought up. Maybe these women would help her loosen up. It didn’t seem like they had troubles around that score, though what did she really know about them? She was committed to a solo life right now…. taking care of herself. But she could always use a little help of the non-physical sort….

She let herself slip again into that trance-like state she had been in by the end. What would the dark lover look like to her? That was a sexy vision Ursula had presented…. The Ancient Greeks were always depicted as white, distancing her from their stories despite her Hellenic heritage, but the Egyptians had some chocolate colored queens. Nefertiti for one, plus the Nubians. Maybe Hatshepsut. The myths from the two cultures were different though they overlapped sometimes…. except when they were opposite. The Greek’s Demeter was an earthy goddess as was Gaia, the earth herself, but the genders were reversed for the Egyptians. Thea began to see herself as the sky Goddess Nut – another version of Demeter as the source of food but this one arched over earth. Her breasts leaked milk to feed the land and its people. Blue with stars all over her body. On the land was Geb. Solid, manly. Of the earth. And under that? The Lord Osiris. God of the Dead.

Was Osiris the same as Hades who seduced Persephone? Is she Isis or the daughter that Isis never had? The stories seem to say that Isis continued to be a wife to Osiris in her dreams after his second death. Some even imply that Isis is the same as Mary. The Christians considered Mary a virgin impregnated by a god though they skipped over the making love part for sure. Perhaps she was also a priestess, a Magdalene who may also have made love to a god, or at least a god’s son….

Thea thought of a disturbing book she’d read. The Search for Omm Seti was the biography of a 20th century English woman who went to live at the Egyptian temple of Abydos because she had a powerful connection to a dead pharaoh from another lifetime. Seti made love to her in her sleep. And it hadn’t felt like a dream…. “Could it have been true?” wondered Thea. “Could I ever have such a lover?”

She lay quietly in her bed, naked under a light comforter the color of her body. She loved the softness of the flannel against her skin. She thought of a dark face leaning over her…. A dead lover from the Underworld. A lover from the stars….

A warm glow began to gently flicker deep in her vulva. Slick juices flowed as she focused there, a golden warmth spreading up into her belly. She could almost see the spiral – inside and out – uncoiling like a snake. The tip of its tail somewhere deep inside. Just under the hara – the second chakra – the dan tien as the Chinese called it, the body’s center of gravity. The snake’s head curled upwards and out her belly button, that relic of her umbilical that would never connect to daughter or son. The snake writhed and a song played on…. distant music. Pan pipes…. “Just to mix a few more metaphors,” Thea grinned.

She reached her hand down and slid her finger gently between lips slick with her feminine juices. “I want to taste them,” she thought and brought her hand up to her mouth. “Salty? Musky?” She didn’t really know the words to describe that taste though she’d read pages and pages in books trying to characterize it….

How would it feel to have him suddenly appear, this lover from the underworld. She let out a sigh as his strong body entwined with hers. Powerful. Confident. Gentle and wise. His pelvis moving against hers, he slid his hands around her hips and she cupped his beautiful buttocks, feeling the muscles and the heave of them as he entered her. Ahhhhhh. OOOOHHH. Her breath came quickly now in gasps, as did his. Her belly writhed against his. Her blood thundered and she imagined his doing the same. Her back arched up. Her legs splayed wide. Her fingers thrust deeply inside. Her sacrum thrummed as did her womb inside it, matching the thrusting rhythm of the earth as the male god. Geb. Green Man. Hearts beating. Ragged panting.

Thea let out a wild yell that seemed to echo through time and space. She felt the Mountain deep under and inside of her. Felt Wild Woman egging her on, calling forth her own subterranean wildness in a deliciously gushing stream that soaked her fingers and the sheet beneath her…. Sacred. It was so sacred. Sacred play.