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Aunt Eartha's Winter Interview

What are your most winterish critical trauma events in these most recent three millennia? Why just my traumas? Why not their corresponsive therapies for restoring EarthJustice? Please go on and on questioning my questions seemingly without end, like an arctic wind-blown starless night in eternally restless January. As you say, and, but for this grand analogy, you would pay dearly for your unsprung youth, Back in pre-colonial daze of sacred tribal glad, mostly naked clad reunions Fall harvests produced fertile gratitude, more of a positive win/win attitude. In those last warm and golden times of nature nighttime naivete some Governor, a Wise Elder, perhaps No matter how Patriarchal, would deep dream to set defenses against each sacred Other Yet pantheistically inclusive Mother Earth could not feel ripe or right, apart Summer fullness and winter dormant absence fail to positively correlate Earth's spirited spring minds and physical womb-falling bodies with metaphysical, sacred bipartisan, deeply thoughtful yet hibernating frustrated feelings failing to confluently and competently understand Communicating and excommunicating across seasons and present seas of sacred vulnerable immigration integration creolization, followed by thoughtfully transparent slow-grown emigrant sacred status rooted in wisdom and freedom to grow copassions, not mere freedom from some other kindless kingdom Immigrating/Emigrating EarthTribes exhaling summer's sway away migrating winter's WombDream play back in to sacred circling and recycling stay. Thanks for that, Aunt Eartha. Sounds like less of a summery answer and more of a deep wintering question. Yes, my dear, and what does winter taste and look and feel like? Restoring Earth's not-quite-so-everlasting seemingly endless cold white privilege, Thawing into more spring/fall balance, green/blue global hibernating matriarchal, yet apparently dormant, sacred honed ecologists. Sorry, Aunt Eartha, drifting off, wandering in winter wonder EcoTherapy, once around again, regenerating global GoldenPlaying Peace Within this silent wintered star's bright prolific night.

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