The bliss of this moment rubs against my legs like the
lap cats of angels. Do you also feel this divine?
It is the sweet forest ecstasy:
I raise my arms to the sky and can feel myself fly right
up into the stars—I am astonished by the shape of
each cloud.
This is what I find sacred: when the raindrop hits my cheek and I sense
the power of a thousand ancestors dripping towards me—
when I feel my descendants drinking deep from the lasting trickle of my legacy.
This is what I find sacred: when I experience for a moment the
great depth that is sensation—when I feel it moving in pulsation, in
vibration.
This is the purpose. This is the journey. This is everything.
I wallow in it, like a cat drenched in dust and sun.
Working Notes:
My work is an attempt to put words to the unexplainable. There are certain things that are purely felt—experienced in the body. Trauma/destruction and healing/rebirth are examples. My work is an exploration of what it is like to live on the brink of civilization, and the cusp of collapse.
Jen Skunk is a white queer woman living in Eugene, Oregon. She is a health witch, writer, artist and educator. Her fine art prints and drawings can be found at IG jenskunk.
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