Oh world, there you are, but wait a minute, Snake Medicine again?
I thought we were done. Sigh.
Native American wisdoms.
Snake biites.
Life and death and rebirth.
We choose our themes of poisonous bites before we incarnate….
And THEN, the dance begins.
Bite after bite, and…
We transmute all poisons.
We shed our skins.
We are then able to experience ANYTHING without resistance.
Five weeks ago betrayal and survival knife to the heart drove me into silence.
BUT
There you are, world, lush and calling and this new skin is glistening.