August 14th, wildfires and desert wind storms pervade the lines of human communication. The issue is not a lack of contact or even one of combativeness, but rather the communicative soul’s unbound creativity, passion, uniqueness and versatility of mediums and expressions. Sphinxes, lions and jaguars leap through sands, mouths agape; creatures of fantastic plumage wrestling, dancing, playing with grace and ferocity. They remind us of the beauty in our nakedness when it leads to dance, play and the best kinds of labours.
But they’re uneasy in this spontaneous wrestling: the corners of shade evade them. What trees and moisture will nourish them? What rocks can the animals hide under? Though our passions and experiments are eager and bursting to be on this different wavelength, not sharing consciousness with a prison cell today, they also feel unsupported, lacking boundaries or simplicity. They panic without a home, without an energetic resting place.
“Shhh” whisper the golden animal nature-eaters. “We’ve been here before. Let the winds and the fires of your life force spiral furiously through the air. Your heroism wants to dance, and Time will bring back your most essential parts to a gentle home to make sure they aren’t lost.”