Once, my astral body danced with
fairies and hid from passing trolls
by blending in with nature and
standing very, very still. Another
night I wandered the rows of a
sacred orchard, plucking 3 large,
green apples. Seated on a
platform beyond the trees was
a goddess and a red fox I knew
was truly a fox spirit. To the
goddess, I said, "The fox spirit
is very important to my family."
"Yes, indeed!" she replied.
I stroked the fox around his
ears. He wrapped his teeth
around my hand but didn't
bite down. A warning against
such familiarity? Then it
was time to return to mundane
reality. I set my intention in my
mind and turned my body as
though walking around an
invisible corner. When I woke,
I wondered if I would've acted
differently had I known I was
dreaming, had my actions been
conscious. Because I've heard
you're not supposed to take
anything from the other plane,
especially not food. And it seems
unwise to treat a fox spirit like a
favored house pet.
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Shadows & Dust [poetry]
PoetryMost of my poetry is autobiographical. I write about living with bipolar disorder, dating, single parenting, my neo-pagan spiritual beliefs, my dreams, and sometimes popular folklore. Many of these pieces come from my self-published collections...