Zoomorphic Portals: Crossing the Threshold
This is not a time for mourning. I must transfer our magic into action. I must focus, before it fades.
July gave me the spell to fold time together so two points meet, and in that moment my fox, my sacred dagger and my crystal pouch all watched on as past illusions came into focus.
The smoke stings my eyes. I quiver with raw power still palpable in those youthful manifestations, like a spearhead rusting in the weather that still draws blood at first touch.
Absent-mindedly, my hand swipes aside the vision of his glow in the dark eyes, like a bee that’s flown too close to my face.
Fox lays her paw on my thigh, stopping me knowingly. “Do not push away the visions,” her silent look says, “allow it all to come”. I nod, and let out a long breath.
What does the light from his eyes illuminate?
Action. Energy. Movement. Two birds battle in flight. Tension. Understanding. All things flow. Seasons change, new life threads are pulled tight to hibernate the winter through. Ecosystems hold space for a million overlapping lives.
Duality.
We are too small of a drop in the Ocean of Life to even comprehend, yet here is love and belonging expanding so far beyond physical limitations. Tears well up out of my eyes like a swollen river after rain. Beauty is everywhere. Colour is the celebration of harmony.
Connection - in flow.
Crows gather.