11 Jun Soul Part Exchange
I told my mom about the soul part exchange
after a wander in her garden
made me realize I am wandering in her soul
her particular permutation of life force
hummingbirds zooming in my ear
invisible wings still body gulping with purple brilliant throat
Mint bounding up around the pump hose, sing and enlivening in my mouth
a chunky lizard watching warily on the fire station wall
Nests crammed in the vent rafters
cottonwood drifting like a romance
scarlet tanager crunching her way through sunflower seeds
mullein so proud
teeming with life and experiencing, expressing, rippling it out to me
We take Harry and Rosie for a walk.
The owl on my shoulder wisdom and mystery, seeing in the dark, intuition and vision – she a holder and embodiment of your soul and vision.
So grateful for it because this landscape is the vision you could not express – your agency had a handle to others on the outside – not opened from within.