The Moon Under Her Feet

The Moon Under Her Feet by Clysta Kinstler 0062504975 9780062504975
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Chapter OneThe Morning StarAnd there appeared a great wonder in Heaven, <BR> A woman clothed with the sun, <BR> And the moon under her feet.<BR>-- Revelation 12:1, KJVOn the day I was given to the Goddess I awakened before daylight, a strange fluttering inside me. The excitement that had wakened me combined with the cold, and I shivered, pulling my cloak around me. I went outdoors with the milking bowl and breathed in the sweet air. Hanging the bowl on Nadjas tether post, I faced into the dawn breeze and climbed the little rise behind our house. The sparse grass showed weak new growth at the crown of the hill where it lay open to the dew and fight frost of the winter just past. There had been little rain this year or the one before, and though my parents worried about it in their talk, I thought little of it. I saw only that sunny days were better than rainy ones.She was there -- the Morning Star -- just as Grandmother Lili had promised, brilliant in the brightening sky above the far roofs of Jerusalem, and beneath her, just rising over the dark shape of the Temple, the slimmest crescent moon. The cold wind flapped my cloak about me, but I did not feel it, overcome as I was by that heavenly sign. The Goddess was smiling her blessing on my special day, and the moon was under her feet.Presently, chilled, I trudged down the hill and got the bowl. Nadja already stood expectantly on her milking bench watching me with soft eyes. I put two handfuls of oats in her box, and she chewed happily, moving her little jaws and flicking her long ears rapidly.I told you I would milk for you this morning, Mari, because your hair is just washed for the festival! Now you will smell like a goat mymother scolded, holding the dark cloud of her hair away from her face while the dawn wind billowed it about her. I pressed my forehead against Nadjas round belly, stripping out the last drops of milk.Nadja smells good. A flash

Author: Clysta Kinstler

Language: English

Binding: Paperback

Pages: 336

Publisher: HarperOne

Publication Date: 1991-02-01

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