Just for today, let it be enough
to soothe this animal body.
Let’s take a walk
down to the creek in the deep forest.
Feel the softness of the soil.
Let the fragrance perfume you.
A child sits by the water.
Anoint her with the oils of the fir.
Don’t abandon her to her fears.
Speak to her in the language of eagle.
Speak to her in the language of fern.
Speak to her in the language of the thousand-year-old redwood,
so she knows who she is.
Listen, the forest is speaking
to all the frightened animals in its care.
I am one with the porcupine,
whose prickly quills are quieted in the here and now.
I am the one who loves the quills.
I hold the hand of the child.
We walk together to the well.
Beautiful meditation “in the language of fern” giving comfort to the “porcupine” who lives in all of us. Thank you for this lovely work.
Thank you, Mary 🙂
I find this poem a tender and warm reminder of how being in the here and now is always when healing and remembering ease occurs. Thank you, Erin. Pitaka Christie Close