#arctic witch

[taigawitch]

I spoke with death.

I don't remember at the moment whether it's the first time we've spoken.

Probably not.

I had been carried there by the spirit of the drum.

I met death in their house, the where it is and the what it looks like are not important, those things have as many guises as life.

Entering death's house I felt suddenly unprepared, I had not brought anything to honour this meeting.

I spoke to death, apologising I had not brought a gift.

Death laughed.

'You misunderstand; - I am the gift.

Your gift to me is the life you live.'

Wisdom indeed. I honour the giver with my sharing.