Vega

Some of us have souls that are deeply connected to our spirit animals and the soil below.  No matter what happens to us or how badly we are wounded we keep moving, almost staggering through the forest of life until upright again. Reliable earth tones surround this woman whose soul mate is the copper owl perched on her shoulder. The warmth of her blood trickles down like a low pressure brook. The sun is neither rising nor setting, it is stopped in its stellar path as they all remain still and motionless. All but the owl, who knows they will need to keep moving… together.