Not All Who Wander Are Lost

I am "highly sensitive the way sand is sensitive to the wave, the way trees are sensitive to the quality of air, the way a wolf can hear another creature step into her territory from over a mile away...

Emotions dancing through fragments of thought. Desiring a cave - Hieroglyphic walls. Runes, tarot, buckskin. Feeling the sanctuary of earth. Singing over the bones for those living and those who have passed...

This morning I awoke to crisp air on my face, birds singing from their sanctuary with the occasional, "who-who" echoing in the distance...

I awoke this morning thinking of the Bird Sanctuary we went to yesterday as well as the aquarium. I thought about how sad the captivity but how wonderful the release. Two Condors and an Owl will be released back to the wild very soon...

I wrote this at Intermountain Medical Center in the CCU. My Father was on full life-support and completely incoherent. All I had was time and all I could hear was the ventilator pushing air into his lungs...