Three In One

The sacred sage swirls around me and I am three women sitting together on a cold March night in the Heartland.

And I am three women sitting around a library oil lamp during the Civil War on a cold March night in the Heartland.

And I am three women sitting around a camp fire on a cold March night on the prairie.

And I am three women sitting in a cold dark cave waiting for morning.

Three old crones watching the cauldron toil and bubble...

Three wizened women sharing an eye between them...

Three glances in the eye of the creator...

Three thoughts born out of one on a cold winter's night in the beginning.