To live in the present is not easy. The past moments of my life do come forth.
As a young woman life was about everything wanting to touch me or me wanting to touch.
Now as a senior citizen the only yearnings to touch or be touched by a person, place or thing is mostly by memory, current simplicity of life, or the doctors who we pay to touch in trying to heal me.
Remembering honest true stories is a type of touch inside that keeps revealing the real to me… as to the lived experience of my life.
Now is the time of Aquarius…
The last few nights my dreams have been awful.
To be human with spiritual ideals seems a paradox of living.
I once experienced two owls on a tree,
late at night. the Medicine man said,
“Don’t look too long into their eyes, they are powerful beings!”
The owl’s eyes were molten lava,
Then I heard the chanting come round us,
like smoke rising in the night from the fire.
The medicine man’s face changed form,
and the chanting was around us…
A hundred chanting Native Americans Elders.
Magical and mystery are my life.
