Sloughing – Six

December 24, 2006

Soaking in the broth of the Great Mother
Written: October 23rd, 2006
Prompt: Sloughing

Mule: Do you smell garlic and tomatoes or is it just me?

Me: Who said that?

Mule: Said what?



Me: What?

Mule: Who’s on first, What’s on second, It’s on third! I can do the whole Abbott and Costello routine if you like? Or I can recite every line of Donkey from Shrek, or Shrek II? Or I can talk a blue streak.

Me: You’re a wise ass!

Mule: True!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ***^*^***~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Maria stood up stretched up and put her hands on the floor of the shed – lengthening her spine into a yoga position known as downward facing dog. Extraordinary in many ways, and eccentric in a few, Maria always turns three times before she sits down. Ask her why – she can’t tell you – it is just something that feels natural. She also has a tendency to sniff people. Her first impressions always come from her first whiff of a stranger. But right now, Maria’s nose is catching the scent of garlic and olive oil.

Crossing the sunlit yard, she sees a tidy, trim house and on the porch a tidy trim woman.

“About time you woke up!” Darlene says to Maria.

“Did Carlotta wake you up? That mule can talk a blue streak if you get her started. I keep her around because she cracks me up, ploughs my fields, and helps me eat whatever leftover tomatoes we don’t sell at the Farmer’s Market. If you’re hungry, we’re having bruschetta for breakfast. Odd I know, but it is that time of year where we are overrun with tomatoes so we eat them every meal. Come on in, your breakfast is ready!”

Maria took an instant liking to this woman and followed her into the house. House? This is no house, this is definitely a home. Shelves filled with tomatoes, peaches, pears, cherries, and all sorts of preserves. Bunches of lavendar, rosemary, sage, and other aromatic plants hang from the rafters. The sun streams in through large windows that face south. I bet this place is delightful in the winter, Maria thinks to herself.

After a delicious breakfast, Maria wanders out back – attracted by the smell of sulfur.

“Hey Darlene, tell me about this hot spring out here.”

“Well, I am told that the chemistry matches the Great Pagosa Spring of Colorado. The sulfates in the water are in excess of 1400 ppm. It is the concentration of sulfates combined with Calcium and Magnesium with trace elements that makes these waters unique. Before the trouble in the Mines – people used to flock to this place. Now most of the springs are covered over and I have switched to tomato farming to support myself.”

Darlene sighs and looks out towards the Olympic Mountains. Maria waits to see if she will say more. They enjoy a companionable silence. Darlene blinks away a tear, clears her throat and says – “Go ahead honey, slide into the water. That’s why you’re here, you know! Soaking in the broth of the Great Mother is a purification rite for all who seek the elixir of creativity.”

Posted by Soulwright

On towards the Alluvial Mine Entrance


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