Totoka River Stoned on Shiva

Time lost all meaning to Olive as she lay cradled in the arms of god herself. The woman’s divine feminine energy bathed Olive, restoring her and healing her.  Olive felt almost as a puppy would, nestled up against her mother following a generic puppyhood accident. The pale lady’s smooth tongue pushed at her furs, cleaning and warming her. It was wonderfully meditative and soon Olive’s shivers abated and her breaths deepened and her eyelids began to drop and then she was asleep, convalescing aside a stranger by the river.

Olive knew naught how long she was asleep; she only knew that her heartbeat had stilled significantly. Twisting in her spot upon the ground, Olive shifted until she was looking at the woman.

“Thank you,” Olive expressed, but continued in a low murmur. “I - I’m embarrassed.”