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"They lost the voices of the wells, the source of the land’s life, and the voices of the women who tended them. As a consequence they lost the land’s spiritual heart: the court of the Fisher King. And so we came to live in a Wasteland, barren in body and soul. The parallels of this old story are clear in our culture, which has for centuries suppressed those qualities (dreaming, creativity, openness, nurturing, community) which are perceived to be feminine."

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- Sharon Blackie

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Water, water everywhere

Nor any drop to drink.

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The oceans rise,

and we are thirsty.

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Rivers swell,

and the parched land

retreats into desert.

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This is a crisis not

of supply

but of circulation.

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The well maidens are ravished,

the springs run dry.

Who can blame

them from withholding?

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A polarized psyche

manifests a polarized world.

Elements retreat

to their respective camps.

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Look to the places of

interchange: the

edges and estuaries,

the borderlands

of consciousness.

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These dry times

call for watery beings,

watery knowing,

for Naiads and

the quicksilver god

of commerce and flow.

Call upon the mosses,

aquarians who, bringing

sea to stone,

are the ancestors

to life on terra firma.

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Call upon

the buffalo and the wolves

to breathe life back into

the monocultured

plains.

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Call upon

dreams, upon vision,

upon the tremor

and flood of

synchronicity.

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Build swales and berms

of soil and psyche,

so that each raindrop

may kiss a thousand,

thousand root tips

before it returns

to the sea.

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If the new age

of union is to dawn,

the opposites must

have ample space to

mingle and circulate

in the marshes and fens

of the soul.

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Water, water everywhere:

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The oceans rise: 

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This crisis:

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The well maidens are ravished:

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Watery knowing: 

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Naiads and the quicksilver god: 

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Mosses, aquarians: 

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The buffalo and the wolves:

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Build swales and berms:

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The new age of union:

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