The crow has just landed on the woman’s
outstretched arm. She has a halo made from the branches of a tree in winter,
filled with small birds. The crow knows he can trust this woman because of her
halo. It tells him that she is safe, holy. His body is made of the feet and legs
of a dead bird, but his head is alive and knowing. Like the crow, we can see inside
the woman through a portal that has made her available to us. Inside are leaves
and tubing--her inner workings. They are sharing something profound, a deep
connectedness.
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