The day was filled with snakes.
Metaphoric slithers of judgements,
Cognition comprised by old mythologies….
Remembered tales of my father as a child,
Finding a nest of newly hatched rattlers,
Mistaking them for worms,
He put them into his pocket to go fishing…
Luckily, others saw his mistake as he complained that the worms were biting him. Rushed to the hospital, he survived. Wiser.
Thoughts flicker back to the black racer who used to live in my studio, keeping it clear of poisonous ones. I miss our friendship.
A two headed snake in the news Spoke of our duality even as it had one body.
A happy garter in my yard, slid into the shade as I approached.
We are all children of the Divine…
No matter what name you use.
The stories we share can only heal us,
If we listen to them.
Be not a feared of snakes,
But be cautious with them,
they too serve great purposes in our world.