Dance

Dance

Dance : Three whispers moveWith a flag of breath.Six feet captured in shadowBlur across the topsOf grass bladesThat enjoy the dance, too This is my journey. –Nate Long “Owl”
Turning Fear Into Love

Turning Fear Into Love

Turning Fear Into Love : Below the skin next to the heart,Dark and uncomfortable and foreign,A black seed implanted within the chest. Gently caress this place as a mother would,Then reach in and pull it out,Hold it and recognize it for what it is. With the finger tip...
Red Tail Hawk

Red Tail Hawk

Red Tail Hawk : The field gets mowedAnd the mice runAnd Red Tail HawkComes circling down from on highWith focus and unwavering intentTo do what he knows how to do:Hunt with high definition,Teach with the clearest of wisdom,And to show us each how to trust our...
Bluebonnet

Bluebonnet

Bluebonnet : Grass Blade emergesFrom dark places between stonesPebble is patient and protectiveWithin the shades of budding branches.Green Shoot rises into in a breezeReaching up to touch something higherWhere other seeds drift byAnd Cardinal chirps for her...
A Boy

A Boy

A Boy : I then see the body of a boy lying on the ground. It’s not a physical body, but the outline or the glowing resemblance of a body. The physical boy seems to be dead, but the energy is still present. I lean over the body and blow down and into his mouth. I...
Journey Work