I first met my friend Valerie Eagle Heart in 1995, when she was leading a women’s circle in Santa Ana, California. Our circle drummed and did rituals on the full moons, and we also worked our way through The Artist’s Way and The Vein of Gold by Julia Cameron. Nowadays, Valerie lives in the desert east of Los Angeles, where she “offers Purification Lodges; shares the Teachings of the Medicine Wheel, facilitates Women's Retreats; offers various workshops and Gatherings and leads the Women’s Dance of the Green Corn and the SunMoon Dance.” It was at one of those early circle that I Found Caloria, the Goddess of the Potluck. Valerie tells me that to this day, the women in her circles gather around the table, join hands, and recite the invocation to Caloria. Every time I’d Find another goddess, I’d email her to Valerie, who inevitably emailed me back, “I love her.”
Valerie also supervises vision quests (safe ones), and while I wouldn’t do a vision quest on a bet, I have in fact driven out to Joshua Tree to support my friends. We all stand around the fire all night and send prayers to the person “out on the mountain.” Knowing I don’t like to get the outdoors on me, Valerie Found two goddesses appropriate to my personality. I wrote a story about them. Here, presented for the first time to the public, are Cleanessa and Comforta.
How the Outdoors Got on Us: A Found Fable for City Witches
Back in the Olden Days, when the world was a whole lot fresher (not to mention cheekier) than it is now, the people lived in the City of the Goddess. They were sensible people, beautiful people, smart people, golden people and—because they stayed in the city—they were Civilized People. They were much beloved by their Urban Goddess, who gave them Every Civilized Comfort, and so they lived in clean, comfortable homes and did the things civilized people have always done: they read books, they went to plays and concerts, they entertained their friends with home-cooked meals and home-bred conversation. They did every creative golden thing they could think to do.
Now these civilized people who lived so peacefully in the Olden Days were ruled by the Two Daughters of the Goddess of the City, Comforta and Cleanessa. Comforta and Cleanessa were the Co-Queens of the City and lived at the Ritz, where they enjoyed all the amenities of city life—haute cuisine, haute couture, and haute tub.
“Cleanliness is next to Goddessness,” Cleanessa always said, and …
“You shouldn’t get the outdoors on you,” Comforta always added.
The sisters always nodded at each other, folded their hands over their stomachers, ordered a light supper, and sat upon their clean and comfortable thrones to receive and counsel their people. Life in the City was clean, comfortable, calm, and civilized and nobody got the outdoors on them.
But one day …
One day—something happened! No one knows why. Perhaps the Goddess was bored. Perhaps She decided that Her Daughters were too prissy and needed a little loosening up. Perhaps She decided that Her children needed chocolate to go with the vanilla.
One day, Crystal and Blossom left the City. They ran into the Great Outdoors that was all around the city. They traveled the long, winding path to Turtle Hill, and there on Turtle Hill they began to dance. Crystal and Blossom boogied, they cha-cha-cha’d, they lambadad’d, they charleston’d, they waltzed, they jitterbugged, they macarena’d. For three days and three nights, Crystal and Blossom were so busy dancing that they forgot to eat. They were so busy spinning, jumping, whirling, leaping, and skipping that they forgot to drink. Crystal and Blossom were Having A Good Time.
Crystal and Blossom got the outdoors on them.
Their Mommy called them to come home to supper. For three days and nights, she kept calling them, and finally Crystal and Blossom heard her voice calling them. Finally, they paid attention. Finally, they stopped dancing. They came home. They still had the outdoors on them.
“My goodness!” said Mommy. “Where have you been?”
“Out in the outdoors,” said Crystal.
“What have you been doing?”
“Dancing,” said Blossom.
“Inventing the samba and the fox-trot,” said Crystal.
“Perfecting the tango and the bunny-hop,” said Blossom.
“Is that how you got the outdoors all over yourselves?” Mommy asked.
Crystal looked sideways at Blossom. Blossom looked sideways at Crystal. They looked up at Mommy and shuffled their feet and shrugged their shoulders. “When you dance the outdoor dance,” said Crystal, “you tend to get it on you,” said Blossom.
What could Mommy do? She threw up her hands and shook her head. Then she pulled her big white hankie out of her pocket and told Crystal to spit in it so she could scrub behind her ears. Then she told Blossom to spit in the hankie so she could wipe the back of her neck. She made them smooth their hair and stand up straight. She told Crystal to tuck in her shirt and Blossom to tie her shoelaces.
“We’re going to the Ritz,” said Mommy when she was satisfied that her children were Clean Enough. Comforta and Cleanessa were holding a Full Moon Drumming Ritual to honor their Mother and all the people of the City were invited. Who knows, some of them said—perhaps even Creator might come. “Of course,” they said, “you never know with him.”
When they arrived at the Ritz, all the people were enjoying the drumming and the potluck supper. They were all wearing their best clothes and fanciest jewelry. They were singing the usual songs and chants and gossiping the usual gossip.
And Creator was there. He had brought along his Paint-By-Number kit, which he used to create and name all of the wild things that lived in the outdoors. He was also, as usual, teasing his sisters.
Look,” he said to Comforta, “lions and tigers and bears!”
“Oh my,” said Comforta, taking a step back.
“Look!” he said to Cleanessa, “spiders and flies!”
“Not in my parlor,” said Cleanessa.
“Children,” said the Goddess, “you behave yourselves and Play Nice Together. You don’t want to make me have to take you outdoors and Speak Firmly to you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As the festive night went on, Comforta made sure everyone had enough to eat and drink. She plumped up all the pillows and opened the windows when it became too hot in the Ritz. Cleanessa put her Handiwipes in her pocket so she could wipe up the inevitable spills. She picked up the empty Pepsi cans, kept the cats off the table, and stacked the coffee cups and plates and forks and knives and spoons in the dishwasher. Creator sat in the corner with his Etch-a-Sketch and created aardvarks and wombats and lemurs and Joshua trees and mugwort. Crystal and Blossom taught everybody the fox-trot and the bunny-hop and the jitterbug.
And so everyone lived happily ever after.
Pretty soon, Crystal and Blossom took their friends out dancing and taught
them the spiral hokey-pokey. They had so much fun that they stirred up
the outdoors and got it all over themselves … and, you know, sometimes
even Comforta and Cleanessa could feel their toes a-tap-tap-tapping.
The End
Maybe