In the very early morning when the plains are kissed by dawns glistening breath and held in the evenings velvet embrace there is a mystical quality lingering in the air, flowing around and thru me as if it were a part of me. It is here that a few of us come to work as one.
We are some distance from the main camp so that we do not draw attention to ourselves and also so that we are not interrupted by anyone. We do not build a fire as it is not needed as there is enough light from the moons that still watch over us casting a glowing light upon each of us as we create our sacred circle and protect it in ways not seen or known and even now I will not write of it, nor will I write of anything specific so that my oath is not broken by revealing ways outside of the clan. It is out here on the openness of the plains that open ourselves up completely to allow that which we need to know to be seen, it is here that we move about the circle as one, it is here that each of us is truly shown for the beauty within and without, as the grasses kiss our bare feet reaching out to allow us to glide thru the intricate movements and dance that is ours alone, there is an elegance and grace that we each have that brings us together and then pulls us apart as we use the energy to do what is felt. Our voices start out with different tones and melodies and then we all merge as one as if an angelic voice was flowing along the wings of the air, there is something woven within our voices that if heard would also hold inspiration, love and mysticism , when it truth it was more than one but we knew how to become united and bound together, for it required complete trust and love of each other.
If we could have been seen there would have been a picture of divine beauty and feminity that has never been seen before, the power that flowed between each of us was palpable and transcended anything that words could describe, for soon it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended, our smiles were so brilliant it could be blinding, each hand seemed to melt into the other when we touched and turned, the white hides seemed to become light and flowing as it wove about each of us like a ribbon of stardust and moonlight, each strand of hair flowed as if lifted by the winds themselves entwining and interlocking them.
Eventually when we were at the point we needed to be, we would release the energy to the skies and once find ourselves feeling the hard embrace of the ground beneath us, each could feel our lives bursting within our heartbeats thundered like a herd of bosk along the plains, our breath was quick and shallow as if we had run for days. Slowly these things would slow and each would speak of what was felt, seen and heard then we would put it together to see what it was we were to know.
Afterwards we would relax and share food and some water together, enjoying the company of each other before we each departed to our own personal wagons. We each had something we needed to do and we knew none of us could escape what was coming. Nor would we try. For now we would watch.. until it was time.
We are some distance from the main camp so that we do not draw attention to ourselves and also so that we are not interrupted by anyone. We do not build a fire as it is not needed as there is enough light from the moons that still watch over us casting a glowing light upon each of us as we create our sacred circle and protect it in ways not seen or known and even now I will not write of it, nor will I write of anything specific so that my oath is not broken by revealing ways outside of the clan. It is out here on the openness of the plains that open ourselves up completely to allow that which we need to know to be seen, it is here that we move about the circle as one, it is here that each of us is truly shown for the beauty within and without, as the grasses kiss our bare feet reaching out to allow us to glide thru the intricate movements and dance that is ours alone, there is an elegance and grace that we each have that brings us together and then pulls us apart as we use the energy to do what is felt. Our voices start out with different tones and melodies and then we all merge as one as if an angelic voice was flowing along the wings of the air, there is something woven within our voices that if heard would also hold inspiration, love and mysticism , when it truth it was more than one but we knew how to become united and bound together, for it required complete trust and love of each other.
If we could have been seen there would have been a picture of divine beauty and feminity that has never been seen before, the power that flowed between each of us was palpable and transcended anything that words could describe, for soon it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended, our smiles were so brilliant it could be blinding, each hand seemed to melt into the other when we touched and turned, the white hides seemed to become light and flowing as it wove about each of us like a ribbon of stardust and moonlight, each strand of hair flowed as if lifted by the winds themselves entwining and interlocking them.
Eventually when we were at the point we needed to be, we would release the energy to the skies and once find ourselves feeling the hard embrace of the ground beneath us, each could feel our lives bursting within our heartbeats thundered like a herd of bosk along the plains, our breath was quick and shallow as if we had run for days. Slowly these things would slow and each would speak of what was felt, seen and heard then we would put it together to see what it was we were to know.
Afterwards we would relax and share food and some water together, enjoying the company of each other before we each departed to our own personal wagons. We each had something we needed to do and we knew none of us could escape what was coming. Nor would we try. For now we would watch.. until it was time.
