Congregation of avatars.

close up shot of a manta ray

The winged woman sang our songs and told us our stories. When she called, we were waiting to answer, and our voices were unlike we had ever imagined they could sound. We were butterflies, manta rays, fish––circling her in this song. Everything sacred was what we could touch and witness with our own eyes, and none of us could bear to look away. We looked at her. Singing, we beheld one another in that space, in that light, in the place where she called us together, and no one wanted to leave.


Inspired by this article.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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