I didn’t feel safe this morning.  Something in the air, warrior and soldier squared off (Mars v. Saturn), thinking about love and missing bodies, wondering about the rightness of my actions–past and future.  So I chant when I am uncertain: Ohhm safe love.  Safe ohhm love.  Over and over again.

My walks these mornings pass by all sorts of new trees.  I talked with them a lot, asking their advice.  “Let your bark work for you.”  Ha, when I let my “bark” work for me, sometimes I seem cranky.  But they meant the skin.  Let my skin work for me.  Let it protect me.  Allow the covering and protective shield of my body keep my feelings inside my gut and heart. 

So today I let the soldier and warrior stand guard for me.  They won’t bark or bite, but they hold the human grief inside, the subtleties of insecurity, the doubts of actions, the bouncing of uncertainty inside.  With the flaming sword of Michael at my side, the infinite leather skin of Ganesha and the impenetrable velvet cape of Grandmother Spider, I am safe.