i'm taking an online art journaling class like nothing i've
ever seen before. it's a visceral self exploration…opening
old wounds and allowing them to weep out the poisons
so they can heal properly…leaving only battle scars to
display proudly…..simple badges of courage.
the last few nights my dreams have been filled with bees
and snakes while in the old pine tree behind my home
turkey vultures have been silently watching….sentinels…
their messages ring in my ears…Bee whispering that
hard work will attain goals… Snake telling me
it's time to shed my old self and use my Sacred Feminine
Energy to regenerate…and Turkey Vulture reminding me
that with every death there is a rebirth…
rebirth…
i like the feel of that word on my tongue...
…rebirth.
so this morning when i went to my bedroom window to greet
the day i saw my gift…this magnificent feather…lying in the
grass below my window…from turkey vulture.
rebirth….
it's time...
