Mother Nature's Tentacles

Cats are Mother Nature's energy healers. Humans are energy churners. Tornadoes. Waves. Breath. We are movement itself. We can be soft or violent. We are warm or frigid, hard or impartial. Elephants are wisdom and grace and comedy and gentle strength. They are the Matriarchy. Elephants teach all other creatures our place, teach us who we are. Or they would, if I ever met one. Horses teach us trust. When we earn their trust, they are devoted... if I ever had the time to invite one out. Chickens teach us that you don't have to have brains to be clever. You don't have to have a clue to be a good mother. Mother Nature wants us to Whole. She wants us to be happy and calm and rested, with berry juice on our fingertips. She uses us all as if we are her uncountable tentacles. She breathes, she grieves, she bursts, she collapses. She inspires awe, she inspires dread... the same way we do. But slower, much slower. Grander, but with the same vibrancy. Deeper, and benevolent. Like a grandmother wrapped in dark blue velvet. I sit with my energy healer and feel her vibrations on my hand as I pass it over her fur. I am grateful for all her help over the years. She is demanding that I slow down and she is right to do so. I must. Slow. Down.