My snake soul…

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my snake soul...

Harvested from the Sunday global skype circle! Thanks, Christine.

2 comments to My snake soul…

  • The snake that got stuck in its skin: how Pedro had to get a sharp knife, carefully cut the skin for the snake so it wouldn’t die. Kind of him. I would like to watch Pedro cut the skin of a live snake to release it. He makes it sound so easy, the way he takes the shoes off the horses, or carries the rooster in his arms like a baby. Something magic in the silence of him, his tall rubber boots washed with mud, and the sense that every blade of grass he cuts, he also speaks with.

  • oceansky

    “You’re judging yourself for suffering,” my friend Hunter told me. “Maybe it doesn’t need to be so hard, but it is, and that’s okay.” My snake soul must have hissed in agreement, but I didn’t hear her for the suffocating panic in my throat, my breath constricting my mind teetering on the edge of some dark void. My snake soul probably helped expand my breath and make more space inside me to experience, staying on the ground with all my legs and limbs and fingers and toes, my snake soul might be grinning this very moment, so pleased to have this tribute written about her, and laughing at all I don’t even know.