Looking over the cow parsnip toward the giant mountains, a dragon creeps up from the bank. She is iridescent and she’s gently lighting the flowers on fire, wafting the smoke to her nostrils. She says she can tell from this smoke how the flowers are, if they are well. A real raven flies over and calls to me. Dragon and I, we fly into the sky and down into the water. The secrets of this planet are down down in these cold waters. And in the cosmos.
We humans have to open our eyes and stop. Listen to the plants, rocks and creatures for they are wise. Cradle a flower and listen. Pick up a rock, put it under your pillow, dream and listen. See a bird nearby and ask her for her message. Love yourselves. Live a different direction guided by your reverence. Turn your attention toward listening to love.
Isla Wilder
Contributor
A city dweller with a magical loft studio, Isla refuses to buy a car and walks everywhere. Most of her travel happens while she writes for she is a gifted medium or channel who can talk with the ancestors, animals, plants, rocks and the stars. She knows everthing is alive and willing to tell their stories, if only we take the time to listen.