Now that I'm an adult there are times when I look back and scratch my head, wondering how I survived. The only reason has to be my connection with the earth. I remember one time when I felt it important to run away from an area as quickly as possible. Even my dog looked anxious. As Shadow and I got back to our car, I spotted two bear cubs and an angry mother bear headed our way. I remember many times feeling what I can only describe as a hand of God reaching down to touch me. It was a peaceful energy, an addicting energy. Still today some of my most favorite places are those where I feel that spiritual connection to the energy of the earth.
Sometimes though, I feel like a monster spawned from the earth. Sometimes I feel like the living dead girl, wandering around unable to fully die or live. Sometimes I feel like the nocturnal vampire strolling the wilderness late at night. Sometimes I feel like the cracked earth, waiting for the soothing rain but keeping track of everything as I myself am frozen in time. Sometimes I feel like the demonic presence unworthy of the loving energy around me because of how imperfect and hostile I have been in my life. I have been wounded; I have been burned. And I have fangs. But I am still a creature of the earth.