My Pets Have No Leashes: poem
By: Nancy Moore
Four are four-legged
One is black and hops on two
Four are seen in the carolinas
The african savanna is home to the other
I feed them by asking
They feed me by answering
They come when invited
Through shamanic journeys
I walk into the woods, pausing by the trail or a creek
Rubbing sticks together, or drumming on a rock
One or more of them answer the call, dancing, grabbing me up to ride, fly, or run along.
Oh, we have adventures that are way beyond this reality.
When I return to my hike I feel soothed and massaged all over,
Having shed my leashes.
What is holding Nancy’s attention recently is offering clients sessions called Spirit Walks … really? outdoors? Nancy is a watercolor artist, weaving the arts n arts of healing, energy work, counseling, and ministry. She is publishing a portfolio of images to initiate storytelling for the beholder. She resides in Black Mountain. email@example.com artspiritmedicine.com