We painted the teepee poles blue

And soon, they will go skyward in a circle

to form a spirit house, a place for Jesus to stop by

When he is in the neighborhood

Or my sister Anne or my mom with her adorable smile

Or Leonard Little Finger or Gerald One Feather

Tetsuko of Cold Mountain.

Bright beings on the other side rooting for us,

encouraging a softer gaze, a broader perceptive

an exploration of  feelings without  story

They take us in every night

Housing the spirit.

 

It’s Lady Godiva Day, Day of harvest, Lammas.

The Divine Feminine rides naked on a horse

And so do we.  Love Sally