In order to get through a period of drought, perhaps the transformations of chance and time need to be paid attention to, via: Invocation? Meditation? Prayer? All about endurance. Make stories during the drought, incubation of the better stories of lusher times.

The hot stone, drilled out of a larger one to create a hollow, revealed moisture. Even in time of too little rain, some deep cool to grow the bamboo down in the valley. Bound together, the bamboo could express its life cycle, if curtailed, as hot winds dried the leaves which caught the feathers, tales of parched air, sun-dried life. Yet the blue of sky contains the blue of water, and if she waits inside long enough, even though only her taloned feet show her true nature – her feathers will sprout again, she will fly again.