Listening
from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice
I rebuilt my ancestral altar. Two nights later, two great-horned owls stood near my front door. I knew they were my grandparents who lingered. They said in the next morning’s meditation, Where we are, masculine and feminine don’t exist. (I heard it like an apology.) We’re all just energy here. (I heard: We had it so wrong.) It’s just love. I replied, That’s what the trees say too. I inhaled with my still warm body, asked for guidance. Let go, they said. Keep going. Write with your eyes closed.
Julie, we just read this poem in my writing class this evening and - phew, oh my gosh. It was so perfect and prompted some incredibly rich, love-filled writing. What a beautiful, powerful, goosebumpy visit. And poem.
This is gorgeous. 👏