May 6, 2020 by petrujviljoen
The shell, showing the open, prominent in the reading by the traditional healer. ”You’re in the mouth of many people,” she said. ”They don’t like you.”
(I was looking for my cat. I looked for her Every Where I could think of how to find her. An aside to the healer who will read this: yes, yes, I know. I’ll talk about it later. You’ll see me better then?)
Thinking on it, the shell, the mouth, a spontaneous meditation, … I stream a beam of light into the shell where it was lying to the left of the collection of interesting objects.
The healer asks me about the cloth I have which I’ve had for ages. ”Yes, I still have it.” Or rather, I have it again after I lost it. It stays with me now, for warmth, so I won’t unravel. I spread it over my pillows at night to sleep on. This morning, I need to make notes in my journal …
– it’s a wrap.