This is a story I wrote for Winter Solstice last year. It felt right to post it again this year.
My very artistic and generous friend, Judy, made me a beautiful green, horsehair ceramic woman. This figurine held a bouquet of pretty sticks, and wore a headdress of the same thin, straight sticks. I thought she would look great on our forested hillside at the entrance of a cave, which is adorned and protected by a prickly pear cactus.
This is her story. It is a Winter Solstice story:
She awoke at the entrance of a dark cave, not knowing where she came from or how she got there. There were many animals standing, waiting expectantly in front of her.
“Are you here to help us?” squawked the Steller’s jay.
“Yes,” chimed in the bluebird and the chickadee harmoniously, “Can you stop the Coopers hawks from killing us?”
“And the coyotes from destroying our families?” Squeaked the gopher and the muskrat simultaneously.
The bunny nodded hopefully.
“Are you our Queen?” Chirped…
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