~ where spirits go

It is always a thought, a moment's glance, into the breath of life... where does it arrive from, and where does it go. Many words are spoken within these breaths of being. Many prayers and songs journey down from source unknown. The Great Mystery of Life. This little kitten founds its way and now I sit and witness... nurturing sound space with warmth and love, and bundling its broken body still. This little spirit, so sweet and gentle. Meows, so it feels. Crys, so it feels pain. The car that hit him, long gone. Shock and shaking, no open wounds. I offer up my Ganja Medicine, home made a few days ago. Hoping this will bring comfort and allow this little being the chance to mend. May this medicine activate this tiny beings innate healing potential. I sit and sing, Witness to this kitty's strengths and will to LIVE, and its choice to find The Way... either side of the road, love exists.

Still wandering, now at the Southern Most point of the US. I AM.