A waterfall, heart of the forest, spills into a large pool — a well so deep, there’s no bottom.
Rumor persists in this place from time immemorial, reeking of Violence and Death, but also …
A Way of Life people once knew, evoked from their ancestral DNA, or perhaps, lives once lived.
Despite warnings, I returned; for though a child, I knew … something I couldn’t yet voice.
And finally, when I was fully grown, Old Woman revealed herself as Great Blue Heron.
She told me of a past when humans and the land were one — a relationship so deep, so timeless.
The Well Maidens fed and watered these roots — roots symbolized by Kings married to Sovereignty.
Until one day, when She came forth, one took Her by such startling force, and severed the connection.
She cried out and went within Herself; thus Violence begot Death, turning everything to desert.
The world is now green again, though devoid of kinship, blood falling from bisected roots.
My reflection shows in the well, and I hear the wind whisper: “Rise, Well Maiden, rise strong …
For some people are replanting, and those roots — well, they need some watering.”
Model: F.K. Garland
Photohoot: Devil’s Hopyard 10/10/18