by Bela Johnson | Dec 5, 2025 | mystery, nature, power animal, thressholds, Uncategorized
I leap—not forward,but backinto the oldest knowing. My hands become paws,my breath sharpens,my spine rememberswhat it is to movewithout apology. The jaguar lands inside me,and I inside it—its body a mapof quiet thunder,its eyes two lanternslit by an...
