On passion, or a swamp wallaby
Suddenly, I feel like eating some earth.
I can feel her softly padding into the open clearing of my awareness, ready to bipedally bounce into the dark bush in an instant if spooked. She eyeballs me without a trace of judgement, sensing. In her soft stillness, she is ancestrally engineered for agility and for rapid retreat. She finds new territory moment to moment, need not defend her position, has no known enemies.
Suddenly, I feel like eating some earth.
Quick note from Niki: Big thanks for tuning in after some radio silence! I’ve been finishing a huge course of study, moving between places, getting started in practice as a therapist, clumsily learning to orient away from impending burnout, and tending a garden of art projects. More writing in the pipeline x
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