I am a raving one, a god intoxicated celebrant drawing milk and honey from the river of life. I am the maiden, the mother and the crone. I am the lunatic's fringe. I give suck to the wolf cub and carry on conversations with snakes. I am the nursing mother of mad Dionysus. I roar with all the fury of the righteous and I dance to the tune that was written for me in the stars. I am all of you. And you are me. And out here, we is stoned immaculate.
Maenad of the moment.
“Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.” - Anne Sexton
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