I am spelunking. In my house. Not answering the phone (or the door). Basically hiding. I admit it.
Speech, energy and bravado fail me. A furtive jaunt to the grocery store to replenish provisions ended with a sigh of relief as I watch the garage door go down in the rear-view. Children with X this weekend.
Exterior world falters, interior world reels. As the written word is often my closest ally, I’ve decided to game – pull a random word from a book to build this bog. An oracle for spelunkers.
Book closest at hand – a dictionary of Greek & Roman Mythology. Flip, and point, see what comes up…
The fickle finger of fate lands on… page 180, smack between two entries, Maenads and Magna Mater. Crazy gal pals that like it rough coupled with Cybele, a 6th century BC mistress of spring emergence. Two achingly vital expressions of feminine energy – destruction and emergence.
I imagine there is something there for me.
Shouldn't...but Do 
When you’re ready to emerge from the cavern I’ll be here.