It is the grief of longing and the pain of not having anyone that can truly be depended on.  I am the town square ablaze with activity, buzzing with all of the comings and goings; ultimately picked clean like the carcass of some dead animal stripped bare by feeding vultures.  The moment a need arises within me, I become, in the twinkling of an eye, the single standing monolith, battered and carved by wind and the past raging rivers long gone from millions of years past.  Barren, no human life forms in sight.

So I weep.  I weep from loneliness.  I weep from despair.  I weep from the deep need for love.

But I, the monolith am earth.  Earth, the prime feminine element.  Earth, the representative of all that is life, of birth, of that which gives life, and of that which receives life back when it’s time in this realm is complete.  I, the monolith, embody all things possible, all things visible, and all things waiting to become visible.

As my tears fall, the awaiting earth eagerly gobbles each one, ferreting away each drop of moisture to some unknown place.  With great delight and absolute glee, the Divine, like some master chef, is mixing, stirring, shaping this muddy mixture of earth and tears. 

I know not what is being created from this concoction of earth and tears.  I feel the stirrings deep within my being.  Something is shifting.  Something is changing. 

And so....  the transformation begins!