The Earth Element

This piece began as the preface of a Wicca 101 blog about the element of Earth.  This elemental story has, kind of, taken over my brain.  There will be 5 parts to this, and the first 4 are already written. 🙂  Enjoy.

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And we walked for hours, finally arriving at the mouth of a cave.  Rivulets of sweat race down my brow from both exertion and fear.  The darkened maw beckons us into the unknown.  We arrive.  There is an electricity in the air, something prodding us all forward.  With a collective breath fortifying us, we face our fears of darkness and closed spaces; crossing the threshold. Into the womb of the Mother.  Into the place of our ancestors.

Someone flicks on their flashlight.  The cave gobbles up both the click of the on-switch and the feeble beam of light.  For a moment we stop, gazing in awe at this cavern, its dimensions so massive our LED ‘s look like penlights in a closet.  Then, I notice the cold.  I notice it seeping in nearly unnoticed, wrapping its heavy tendrils around my legs, waist, arms.  Its caress like a familiar lover, whispering in my ear, lulling me.  That is when we hear the voice beckoning us into the darkness.

“Come to me, Children,” it says.  “Come, sit at my feet and on my lap.  Come, let me tell you a tale.”

Our lights drift toward the sound and we walk, as a group, closer.  It is like hearing the trees speak or the robin’s song, the promise of spring.  We don’t know the words, but some part of us understands them.  That part of us feels the pull of the Mother.  After several steps, she appears at the edge of our light beams.  She is round and soft-looking, like the Willendorf statue and sits upon a throne of worn stalagmites.  We stand in shock, disbelieving what we are seeing.  “You come to this place seeking me and you are surprised to find me?”  Her black jewel eyes glitter with mirth.  “Come.  Sit.  Be.  I shall tell you a story.”