The Old Woman wakes early the next morning. The cave is still dark. The sky outside is thickly overcast with rain clouds. She walks out of the cave entrance and washes herself in the little waterfall. Then raising her arms wide above her head, she greets the morning and all the Holy Beings of the Sky, Water, and Earth. After drying herself and dressing, The Old Woman stokes the hearth fire and adds the last of the driftwood. She will descend to the beach for more wood, but first, she lifts her sturdy broom with ancient, curved fingers and sets about sweeping the cave.
There was so much profound wisdom in your story, thank you for sharing it with us! I don’t think I’ll ever look at a pebble the same way again 😄
Oh, that's wonderful! I want everyone to love the pebbles that hold us and ground us. Thank you, Daisy Anne!