The canyons called.
Feeling the hurt in her heart and the noise in her head,
They said “Come. We will hold you. We will take your pain and transform it.”
Between canyon walls, she exhaled.
She wept, she became present with her soul.
Aware of her humanness.
Aware of her Divine.
Above the canyon walls, she inhaled in Life.
Breathing, she sent her spirit to the world.
To be human is to be trapped between the walls of pain and beauty.
To be a spiritual being is to embrace and stand tall between them.
And so, she left the canyon with dusty, tear stained cheeks. Changed.
Cracked open.
Broken open.
Free.
A Dog and Her Girl 