Are you one of my feral sisters?

I am an exotic creature

precious, rare and endangered

Yet today

My paws remember the ground

the Earth rises to meet my path

My whiskers sense the unseen

the unseen remembers my scent

My keen ears listen to the wind

the wind whispers her stories through me

My shiny pelt grown dull

with too much to feel

reminds me how to glisten my sheen

My eyes look towards the stars

the stars look back, daring me!

The blood in the soft animal of my body

stirs with ancient stardust codes long dormant

My lips are cracked with decoding lies

Then the white hot kiss came to find me

The animystic kiss of all Creation

landed one right on my heart!

My calling flares up as a thousand suns

urging me towards a new direction

claiming my territory!

Hesitating...I step back

then leap forward into the unknown

Not with faith

but fear present!

Not with hope

but rigorous tenacity!

Not all pretty-like

with raw feral vigor roar!

Not pretty, not nice, not apologetic

I am an exotic creature grown weary of

the shenanigans of men with weapons

of every kind seeking to tame my spirit!

I shall not be tamed

I step out of domestication

I shed colonization

I release too busy to rest

I remember my sovereignty

I claim my saced path now!

I am already on my way

to find my feral sisters

I shall remind them too

if they have forgotten

their shiny pelt and sharp teeth

We shall howl under that moon

we shall walk our sacred path

we shall not turn back again

or spend our lives in reaction

Instead of being endangered

I will become dangerous

to systems that bind, trap, ensnare

Releasing false selves on the forest floor

We will create what we prophecy

We are exotic creatures

remembering our true nature

with power, pleasure, prowesss

and passionate flaming hearts!

And so it already issssss.

Curate Shiloh Sophia

Fresh of the press poetry that's been brewing for some time. A metaphoric framework for how it feels to be a woman in a dominant culture.

Exotic means is strikingly unusual or strange or unfamiliar. The word comes from the Greek, Ekotikos, meaning foreign or outside. The process I will guide you through in Exotic Creatures will be unusual. Outside of the way you have been taught and have thought all your life. We are going to step outside the normative and into the imaginal.

In my life, I am on a bridge right now. Having ompleted my first sacred assignment at 55 that I have worked on my whole life. The other horizon is yet to be revealed. I must wait and be patient.

There is a bridge between my sacred assignments that must be walked to get where I am going and take as many of you with me as is called.

That bridge is called Exotic Creatures. This is new work, fresh energy, advanced approach to medicine painting and a neo-shamanic painting and power ritual over three days. Join us on four different dates dates, Livestream, Sonoma @MUSEA, On-Demand and in Miami @COSMICA

Link in the comments. xo PM with questions.

Painting by Shiloh Sophia 2024 Animystic Kiss of Creation

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