Prover MariaFeels soft.
The needles caress my hand.
My thoughts turn to loving encounters.
My heart is pounding.
A shiver runs down my spine, a feeling of coldness arises.
Tickling in my throat, triggering a cough.
Stinging in my right eye.
Itching of the skin.
I see people laughing, dancing and being silly.
A ceremony with drums and much joy.
A feeling of being held, .
women who are healers.
Young women and men in puberty.
Celebration from child to adult, maturing process.
The body is painted.
Sexual energy increased.
The drums grow quieter and the adults drink and talk.
Then:
Fear of what is to come.
Fear of cutting the apron strings.
Powerful, majestic tree, connected to the other trees with its roots.