|The Things I Do for Love|
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
The Spirit of Raven and My Father
Raven welcomed me home to the big sky country of New Mexico after my father's death.
When asked if I knew where my father's soul was, I realized that for now, it is on my breath.
And in my hands and spirit.
Each day I put out an egg for raven.
Each moment, I miss my father.
They never met each other, but somehow, they are connected.