Animism

 Animism 

In my search in understanding animism, 

The hand of spirit tapped me on my shoulder, 

And reminded me of the past, 

of days long ago. 

Childhood memories,  

of gazing up through the branches of the canopy of my beloved Beech Tree. 

The bark of the trunk, a place to lean against, melting into the blanket of grass beneath, becoming one. 

Clouds flowing past in the sky so blue, the breeze whispering around my body. 

Closing my eyes, letting go. 

I hear the wind call my name, I smile, I am not alone. 

My Beech tree knows my tears, and hears my heart, then flows her strength to me. 

My playground of adventures, 

Never alone. 

To the adult, with eyes so closed. 

To the child, the wind, the sun, the fields and trees my friends, my guidance, and protectors. 

Time to return to the wisdom of my past…. 

To the love I received, to the magic I felt, to the knowing, 

I was not separate, we were one.