Beneath the grownup woman who gives your life substance and keeps you safe
Beneath the naughty girl who gives your life flavor and keeps you young
Lies an Other, ancient and powerful
The avatar of a fertility goddess your people knew as Freya
She whose blessing brings spring back to farm and forest
No wonder you seek woods and hills and water
You will dwell in Her secret heart as She always has in yours
Reality lies in fractured planes
And if you can’t accept the Old One as objective truth
Then see Her as a metaphor for a strand of human psyche
Which not well understood is yet achingly real
And when I touch you, I feel Her wake...