Brewed Nature

A pound of Thoughts; A smidgen of Sarcasm; A quarter-cup of Concern; Two leaves of Bay; One Clove. Steep for days, constantly stirring with a branch of Oak.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Empty Nest OR Why My Kids Flew The Coop

by Lydia Daffenberg

I know now why women cook. Oh sure it's out of neccesity at first. But after the kids are older, cooking becomes a hobby to lure Them back into Mother's den. It fills the Hen's nest that is now empty or soon will be, only the rooster residing alongside--and it's quiet, all clucks
aside.
There she is, the mother. Looking at the spring in a new askew-view. Understanding now. Finally. Receiving the message of Mother Earth, showing the cycle, clearer now than ever before. The purpose of Woman is everything. Without She, no Hes nor continued Shes
(All necessity). End. Period.

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