Reeking of guttural sensitivity

for the moment I am in

many times has induced others to

call me “overly sensitive”.

 

It used to cause a thrashing

around within my heart.

 

Then, at other times

it is a debilitating process memory.

 

Now, it seems to be my primary gift

to the world and to

my First Nation and Irish Great Spirits.

 

It is as though I have awakened. 

 

My sense of being sensitive

is now acknowledged

by me

as God-given

and I wish to honor it.

 

I wish to pay attention to it,

walk with it,

emblaze it,

and explore it.

 

May I say I love it today

and no longer care

if someone questions

my methodologies

(my reasons for using a specific method for embracing my actions).

 

 

Listening to my gut instincts

is primordial,

sacred,

and informative.

 

It serves me well.

 

Many times I enjoin it with meditation and prayer. 

 

The greatest impact

seems to be on

familial bearings . . .

 

 much like a “life compass”

draped across my heart. 

 

 

Poetry & Illustration by FawnRising©2021

March 27, 2021

Le Lac du mon Père

Crystal Lake Florida U.S.A. Earth