mirrored glass

It is rewarding how easily we can speak on the things that we need. It is not needy to say the truth. You don’t need me to think you are something or feel something that you do not. In this small way you honor my intuition. In this small refrain I honor your journey.

Last night I noticed how much is reflected. It was as if my senses were telling me what I throw out comes right back. It was after days of giving in to the weaknesses of my experience here that I was given this gift. And in that field adjacent beyond the mirrors, I saw it moving toward me .. a wolf long in gait, long in limb. It moved toward me and I was afraid to be who I am. I began to apologize but realized, I am and I will not resist that I am. Inside I am twisting around my own breath as it escapes from me. The maturity of the wolf.. matched its beauty in every way. The maturing of my agency mingles with the beast and it’s feminine agility.

The ancestors have dealt with the thieves and the thieves are free to steal.. elsewhere. the wolf is not easy to see, gnawing at the lamb.. gnawing at the bark..

It’s best to stay rooted and not fall away.. these are the saying of the feather. These are the reminders from the aether. They are found inside the antler or the skin. I am pleased to be in their acquaintance.

Thank you for saying and believing and fighting for your antlers gentle wolf. I am with you.

art credit : The Sending Wolf — Lily Seika Jones