The Alien and the Dragon Inside Me

Where have I been? I have traveled into places undreamed before, and have been sleeping much to recover. I found myself nomadic and living outside for days a couple times in the last two months. The heart of me yearns for this - to live outside, to live off the land, to live tribal.

Often I feel trapped inside the city walls. I know that there is wildlife here, and that wild weeds grow in the city too. But there is something about the square homes and square rooms and endless lines that traps me and makes me want natural shapes, circular rooms, roundness, open space, abundant plant life, variety, diversity. Every so often I need to throw myself into nature through camping in its many different degrees, through travels.

Feeling stifled, uneven, disembodied, having hardship with transitioning between. Keeping as sane as possible, but the soul of me is in a forest in the north, head to the earth and hands in the soil. I know that nature is here as well, it is the environments we have created that have me confused.

Metamorphosis and the alien comes out of a chrysalis. Radiant spirit, there is a dragon living inside this congregation of bones. The wings open.