Feral
FEBRUARY 14, 2021
Feral.
The sound that rips
from my body
is only found in the wild.
Leave
me
alone.
Let me sink into cedarwood,
into the smoke of fires,
into the crash of waves,
into the bones of myself.
Let me be
animal,
of this earth
nothing more,
except the exact spot
where stars hit
again
and again
leaving craters to this day
and fossils
like my memories.
Let me wonder
what touch feels like,
or sound, making
words that convey abstracts
that keep us from each other.
Let me be wind,
black loam,
rotten leaves,
or the superhighway
that runs from mushroom to mushroom.
Let me be enough,
old,
cave-like
and not care
where I fit
or don’t fit like the ivy
that takes down the stone
until sand
slips through my fingers
and sprinkles
across this page
of seeing myself
for the first time.
Lea Goode-Harris
February 14, 2021
The sound that rips
from my body
is only found in the wild.
Leave
me
alone.
Let me sink into cedarwood,
into the smoke of fires,
into the crash of waves,
into the bones of myself.
Let me be
animal,
of this earth
nothing more,
except the exact spot
where stars hit
again
and again
leaving craters to this day
and fossils
like my memories.
Let me wonder
what touch feels like,
or sound, making
words that convey abstracts
that keep us from each other.
Let me be wind,
black loam,
rotten leaves,
or the superhighway
that runs from mushroom to mushroom.
Let me be enough,
old,
cave-like
and not care
where I fit
or don’t fit like the ivy
that takes down the stone
until sand
slips through my fingers
and sprinkles
across this page
of seeing myself
for the first time.
Lea Goode-Harris
February 14, 2021
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Labyrinths provide us with a path to practice change. Some labyrinths have withstood the passage of time for thousands of years. Others are here for just an afternoon, drawn in the sand at the edge of the ocean. Many modern labyrinths were meant to last for years, but because of unforeseen circumstances their time is shorter than intended. And they once again help us to practice letting go and giving thanks for the time they are with us. The Labyrinth of Life at the Sebastopol, California Teen Center reached such place of letting go and is at the end of one chapter and the beginning of another chapter that is yet unknown.

Sometimes... a labyrinth can take years to become a physical reality. In 2018 I met with my friend Deb, to discuss her desire to have a labyrinth on the beautiful land she lives on. Despite our plans and several meetings, listening to the land and finding the right spot, the labyrinth did not come to fruition. Fast-forward five years and in the blink of an eye... it happened!