Truekind

A Mystical Tale of Our Kind

Womyn standing on Santa Monica State Beach photo by A.B. Godfreed

Dimelda stood over the now tepid Aga cooker, staring blindly at the kitchen wall — while the bottom-end of her ladle rose effortlessly in the thick potion. Neglected, it had no option but to rise and float in the concoction simmering on the stove.

There, in front of her urgent-matters cauldron, she brooded — so deep in thought that it paved furrows on her youthful forehead, while tufts of her…