Last night I dreamt of my power companion animal – she’s an owl. A large elegant barm owl, a head taller than me.

She’d come because I was in need of her grounded protection on so many levels recently.

I’ve been walking through concerns regarding my household – worry for my niece and Caribbean family members, and concern for myself with the daily heaviness of the attempt to be a fair and loving person in a world that is increasingly neither. Not to mention the prospect of the memories of 9/11 looming on the horizon… Sigh.

She came and snuggled her huge head against my chest – I hugged her and felt myself sink into her thick warm feathers – she invited me to sit on her back and we flew – we flew high above the muck of humanity. We flew until we could feel the breath of God. We flew until I was choking with tears of joy and freedom.

She reminded me that I am in this world, and not of it, she reminded me that I come from love and love is what I am – and she reminded me that I am the daughter of hunters, a carnivore.

I can protect meyself and my young. I am no victim.

She reminded me that although life is brutish and hard – life is also vibrant and laced with passion.

She brought me back to my world, bigger, better ,stronger – grateful to be reminded that I was made in the image and likeness of the force that created all that I see.

She flew away with the promise that she would return whenever I needed – especially if I was tempted again to forget the only truth about me .

LSM2017

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