I will not lie to you
I have felt the spirit move through me
heard her voice calling me on
she smelt like urine in the church doorway
smoke from the fire
the stench of fish in the clay pot the morning after
she looked like very dirty feet and grubby sticky paws
patterns in the sand
the golden glow of the sunset and the bright milky way
she felt like bewilderment and awe
a bubbling curiosity
anticipation, frustration and longing
she sounded like children’s voices
waves on the shore
thunder in the distance and the crackling fire
She said “Yes! Keep listening…
That’s the way! You are on it”
and with each step I feel closer to who I am.
