Naturally Sensual, true secretions of an empowered wild heart. “Don’t mind me”, the minx cat roared, “I come here often to pray, to hunt, to restore and rage. It is my pure unfettered domain where I come completely undone, can you bare my unadulterated naked aliveness?” she asked the damp moss maiden hair, quizzically. The torrents had stopped, but the ancient cedar forest still breathed a heavy, misted dampness. At the edge of the clearing, where the towering canopy abruptly met the rusted chain-link fence of the valley township, two worlds collided. Maren stood barefoot on the damp moss, her weight balanced and low, completely at home in the shadow of the trees. Her linen tunic was stained with elderberry juice, and her hair was braided back with dried yarrow—not as an ornament, but to keep it out of her eyes. She carried a woven basket of chanterelles in one hand and a carved ash walking stick in the other. She exuded a quiet, oceanic stillness: she would harm no living...