I am so very much enjoying this thread of thoughts and feelings and experiences.

I walked the dogs on the full moon, saw it framed between palm trees in a picture-postcard sort of image. I stopped, and felt the lumination the almost pulsating throb of energy. Like a heart. Like a big white heart. I could feel the dogs' energies in my hands, through the leather leads, like reins. The dogs stood quietly, drinking in the moonlight, and attuned to the unfamiliar sounds of suburbia: a noisy street several blocks away, people talking (why is it that humans speak so loudly in condensed spaces?), cars driving fast. But for a few precious moments the dogs and I were a triad with the moon. And I thought of Helen and Fiona and then all the woman in the world looking up at the moon and breathing the white heart.

I have always loved the moon, felt a kinship, a fellowship with her. When I had wolf-dogs, we'd go out on the full moon and have what I called "sing fests". Sierra, Ravenwolf and I would tilt our heads back and sing to the moon.

As I was reading this thread this morning, I came to Reka's video. As soon as it started, I put my head phones on, closed my eyes, and was transported. There was water behind my eyes, of deep joy, of deep connection. I saw the four Bird Humans again, and then one opened its wings in front of me, great span of white feathers and long human legs and the message: see me, see me, see me. When the music ended, my eyes were watery with such profound feelings and I felt an incredible one=ness.

Not five minutes later, I was faced with an unexpected challenge...someone had gotten into my locked car and stollen my purse, all my identification, credit cards, a lot of cash, all my check books. At first the anxiety, the need to just scream or cry hit me like a freight car. In trying to soften I found it hard to connect with my mind. When I called the police they informed me that there was a ring of thefts on keyless entry systems (which my car has): they can open a locked car, grab anything, and then lock the car.

I found myself stepping out of myself, as I went through the tedious, time-consuming process of banks, department of motor vehicles, credit card companies, asking myself: what is it that is really bothering you? Is it the loss of the purse that a dear friend gave you several years ago because I loved the color pink? Was it the wallet, given by my mother to me after my Dad died? What is it that is hurting me so?

And I realized in the afternoon shadows today, that it was the darkness being revealed. The shape of a consciousness I cannot fully fathom.

love, tigger