photo by: Joshua Wilking
Crows playing, circling, concentric, ca-cawing.
I ate lunch with a coyote nun today.
She placed blessed salt water on my head.
It felt as if two gifts were given.
I christened her "Coyote" and she christened me with Sea.
The desert and the sea sat in oversimplified ceremony, following blessed sarcasm.
The meeting of Souls from different spaces entirely, bonded through some seeing of one another that cannot be described.
....And I am writing, just like that.
It is Death O'clock. I wonder what may come before 7?
~ October 2017 free write after lunch.