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“Even a masquerade has its people, only a ghost wanders alone,”
remember thinking, The gods are many things.
When I was five, I had asked my mother what it was like to give birth. She smiled and said that giving birth was the act of stepping back and letting your body take over. That childbirth was only one of thousands of things the body could do without the spirit. I remember asking, “If you step away from your body to give birth, then who is there doing the birthing?” I wondered this now, as my body acted.
“When elephants fight, the grass suffers.”
tree with strong roots laughs at storms.
