Acrylic on Canvas

I sink to one knee in the stalks of golden grass. Wolf settles in next to me.
I lean in. Smelling the sky full of intense blue and softly glowing clouds. Feeling the wind sneaking into my clothes. Hearing Wolf snort and grumble a little. I taste the day, the moment, on my tongue. Touching the earth as she reaches out to me.

What is wanted?

I send my question outward to all the small beings around me, the rock spirits, that plant beings, the trees, the sky spirits. I close my eyes and move more fully into that place of great stillness inside of me. Settle. Ground. Observe.

From our perch, we can look across the rolling hills watching for signs. We’re out here contemplating a new journey. That is what we do, Wolf and I, we set inquiry and intention free into the world and then journey to see where it leads us.

This is not my first journey. Wolf and I have a long history of walking unknowable paths. Inquiring and then following the answer. Of wandering into mysteries only to stand in the middle of them like gawking tourists. But then perhaps that is what we are?

Waiting to hear back from the earth and spirit, I absently wind my hands into the grasses and begin to braid them. Images and patterns flow through my mind and soon I have a row of braids in the grasses in front of me.

Wolf chuckles. I give him a stare worthy of unearthing dark secrets and he just chuckles again. I look down at my handiwork and think, oh right, horse’s mane. Hmm.

And thus our journey begins…