Two More Holes
Two more holes to stand underneath and be beamed up into the bowels of waiting space ships when our planet collapses. Two more sun tunnels to let in light. Two more holes in an otherwise perfectly good roof. Two more holes to help me breath.
When I'm outside, I like to climb on top of the highest point so that I can spread my soul out to flow and bounce off the landscape for miles and miles feeling the freedom of stretching out after being folded up into the nooks and crannies of my inner world. Long ago, I volunteered for a woman who was born to a Navajo father and a black mother and had found her passion in rescuing hybrid wolf/dogs from around the country. The first time I met her in-person was at night. She lived in a house with five acres outside of southwest Austin that had a windy, gravelly driveway framed by giant elderly cedars. As I drove down her drive to the house, I didn't smell the wolves located in various holding pens just on the other side of the cedar trees, I didn't hear them--even though there was a hush as big as a black hole, I didn't smell them although dogs do carry a scent even if the wolves normally don't....but I sensed them from the bottom of my toes up through every hair follicle on my body to the top of my head. Later, during a visit during the day, I was made aware of how I spread out my soul to my surroundings to sense what was okay and what was not, by a large alpha male wolf hybrid. As my friend and I were walking out for her to introduce me to the pack, the male bristled up as big as all 150 pounds of him could and growled lowly under his breath. I knew the minute my soul-sensing had touched his pen boundaries without asking or receiving his permission because he was the first being that had ever stopped me/it from flowing over and through, recoiling my sense energy and throwing it back at me. Who knew there was such a thing as grace and manners about matters of the psyche? Thank you wolf friend for teaching me.
Today, although I'm most grateful for shelter from the elements, people, nature and for having material boundaries of it all, I do welcome all chances to open up freely and connect with the natural world whether it when I'm in a car and allow my soul to fly with the unfolding landscape for miles and miles or simply laying at night flying up into the never ending sky. Two more holes in my roof helps my soul feel just a little less anxious when it surfs along the claustrophobic roof and finds pools of light to swirl with.