July 28th, 2012 · 0 comments

early dawn with the wolves, a gentle pack of playful curiosity & unexpected affections. throughout the day i notice one of the females, a soft and gorgeous distant presence named Keeta, watching me. “she knows you’re new.” my mentor, smiling.

in the evening i am sat in the deepest quiet i have ever known, ensconced in these ancient mountains, this holy sky. i am careful in my presence, respectful in every gesture. turning on the quiet hum of my laptop feels obscene, here. there is a calm over everything, reverence and a healing. a relieved weeping held in the heart.

and always, and everywhere, the primal presence of these beautiful animals.

finally curling into bed, i bring no thing but the grateful prayers of living near the earth, an exhausted, vibrant thrumming and one well-worn led zeppelin biography (ancient magic all its own). the cool and humid morning will find me disarmed, hair hanging long, hands opened. heart opened.

outside, a light rain; one soft singing moment into the next and into the next.

Leave a Reply

What's this?

You are currently reading . at UNDREAMING(.NET)


  • . Subscribe to Blog .

    Subscribe to posts via RSS, or enter your email address below to receive notifications of new posts by email.

  • . Instagram .

    No images found!
    Try some other hashtag or username
  • . Twitter .

    • "If you've ever been a little girl, you've probably summoned a demon." –@TheEmSchulz {@ATWWDpodcast} #creepylittlegirlclub 2 days ago
    • (i've hurt myself so much, loving you.) 2 weeks ago
    • "I want more women to experience love that doesn't involve suffering first and being glorified later." –… https://t.co/eUqyavUERy 2 weeks ago
    • dreamt i whispered, salaciously, 'you'll never have a woman like me,' into the mouth of a useless man and then stab… https://t.co/sR6aoB4dkG 3 weeks ago