Wintry Mix
Drops of ice like jewels on the telephone wires.

Drops of ice like jewels on the telephone wires.

How delightful that it was cool enough to sit outside with my work this afternoon. Maitri kept me company.

She was banished to the outskirts of town by the patriarchy, but the outskirts are nicer than the center of town these days (not actually sure whether the latter is true).
She is unassuming on the surface and secretly wild, and she is completely self-sufficient.
I just reread Marilyn French’s The Woman’s Room and it has me thinking about Kali.
Photo taken in front of the Kali temple just outside of Chidambaram on January 1, 2014.