When the Goddess fell, Woman learned to expertly conceal, to deflect and to hide in plain sight.  Concealing the natural grace of her body within the rigid hourglass of the corset and the destabilizing tilt of the high heel.  Hiding her spells and incantations within the lullaby and the bedtime story.  Deflecting attention from her cat’s eyes with the distraction of mascara and a down-turned gaze.

When the Goddess fell she did not die; no, she shape-shifted, sank into the softness of the soil, into the tangle of the roots, into the consciousness of the mycelium, into the darkness of mystery and life and growth and death.  Territory that was always Hers to begin with.