The Raw Woman

I am the Ram Woman I have large horns on my head, light in my eyes, and a faint trace of whiskers on my face. I am part ram, part woman, and part wheat field. One day, while walking through the fields of Kastamonu, I saw a ram and was captivated by it. That night, in my dream, the field called me. When I looked in the mirror the next morning, I realized I had changed. When I got hungry, instead of looking for bread, I began searching for wheat. One day, in the wheat field, I started dancing joyfully, barefoot in the mud, spinning round and round. With each turn, seeds scattered; the wheat was swiftly sown and reaped. As the Ram Woman spun, the earth grew bold, and people found hope.