The four-legged + the furry.
Those with four legs and fur
have a magical way of refreshing me.
They baptize me in wildwater.
Not bottled, sanitized or spritzed.
Just is-ness. Not business.
Organic and sporadic.
Free, like I intend to be.
Free, like I was born to be.
Their nature-grace helps me remember
the primaltribalvisceral Sound
from whence I came. Unruly flame.
Burning songs of belonging
into the heart of my calling
to the Jubilant Wild. Honey-child.
I go by "Erika" this time around,
but my feet are not bound.
Just because I have no tail or wings
in this chosen body. My partnership
with the GreenWorld is rooted
in Love and Memory. Blessed be.
This heart that soars, and roars unto
the subtlety of sniffing breath
that signifies Your trust in me.
You are my gateway. I am Your voice.
This is the choice I made back then.
When We agreed to be soul-friends.
8/11/2013 10:50:11 pm
Oh, lordy, your heart pourings have made me well up and weep. Thank you for doing what you do so gloriously well: feel and connect and then translate your experience into words. As I am, your furry friends are lucky to know you.
8/12/2013 05:47:34 am
thank you for reminding us of our connection to the animal kingdom. keep being wild, keep being free.
8/12/2013 11:54:31 am
"keep being wild, keep being free." <--- Vinita, I love the way you live this! Thank you for your real-life example.
8/12/2013 11:52:22 am
Thank you, Grace... for making me a rich woman with the gifts of your friendship and insight. I always benefit from your seeing eyes.
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