My soul is home, is a beautiful house made out of wood. At its right there is the deep woods where I can go and meet grandma wisdom and go into the healing tent where my sisters take care of me when my heart is broken and my soul is sick. The is an arc that is protected by the sacred owl and there is always fire in the middle of the darkest night. On the left of home there is rocks I never being there but it is from there that She comes when I need her. The beautiful young woman in her white dress and long black hair. In front of home there is the sea and in the beach is there a piece of wood that I use to sit and talk with other souls I inviting to my home. I use the porch of my home to spend the nights of full moon with friends, my sister's, celebrating, drinking wine and dancing some times. I may inviting you one day. How you soul looks like?
© Sonja