Octopus Trap

Fireflies flicker after the storm.

I realign with my love, with what I really know to be true. This is ultimately not a moral or ethical effort, for what is right today may not always be right tomorrow. Yet when meeting Shadow, take a moment to pour tea from the being of divinity. This connection lives as one's deepest reality.

In the morning, remnants of last night's rain falls through sunlight. A handful-sized rabbit startles in the clover. Rosy and Lucy, twin puppies next door, escape the fenced yard to come play. These mythic stories one tells, mirror awakening, even when one resists. Go deeper yet, and act from there.

Drinking from bowls of moonlight.

Have you read my letter to the past? My top dresser drawer left open – blue underwear, purple shirt, black bra. It's what I was wearing when I was burned at the stake. But don't look away just yet, beloved. Spoiler alert, I live and love still.

Angel halos as a free pass.

Takotsubo cardiomyopathy is known as “broken-heart syndrome” or in Japanese,
“octopus trap” and when I read that, I knew we were two cats stalking the same mouse.

Silence as an axe.

Yet now, I know when I am a guest and when I am home.