This pen ink is 97% water. Water is the only thing that is 100% water. We are between 70 and 80% water – similar to this Earth.
Greens and blues and wombs and seeds and ferns unfurling. Seedlings splitting the seedpod slowly yet forcefully yet not aggressively.
I felt like there was a cougar near me today – at moments on my walk. Close as in a recent moment – a moment passed not so long ago or a moment about to happen. Sometimes I think that certain people are of a certain energy which has something to do with why they are attacked by wildlife – like, did that bear attack you because you raped your wife? Did the cougar stalk you because you stole money from a houseless person – or beat up someone more vulnerable than you.
This reminds me of a recurring dream I used to have as a child – I must have been between seven and nine because we had just moved to the island from Vancouver.
We were at Cattle Point. We, being my mom, my younger sister and I. Dusk was falling and we were walking back to the car. My mom and sister were in front of me walking side-by-side – I was farther back and could see distinctly how they moved together and interacted with each other.
There was tall dry grass around us, bedrock with many types of lichen and a dusty, dirt parking lot by the ocean.
I was calling out to them in fear and panic because a cougar had grabbed ahold of my pant leg or maybe sweatshirt arm and wall pulling me away from them.
I was calling and calling for them, but neither of them paid any attention. I remember feeling so much fear and loss in these moments.
where rivers are born 