My Body Is an Archangel of Love

Today my body is an archangel of love

Whose wings fly open in astonishment

At the hawk that thrusts past my window,

At the tiny monarch caterpillars in my garden, everywhere,

Whose mother kissed the leaves of the milkweed

On her way to the coastal sanctuary in the eucalyptus grove,

Leaving her children behind on the breast of Baba Yaga.

Oh, such shining joy as this

I want to give to everyone.

My heart is a universe overflowing

With every terror, every bubble of laughter, every housecat giving birth secretly

In a nest of red maple leaves beneath the bougainvillea,

With every sighing blade of the palm tree languishing in the sunlight after rain.

My heart lifts and lifts and lifts with such longing for all those I love.

I stretch my wings and out burst butterflies, dragonflies, hummingbirds,

Who tread so swiftly on the air, who live in a shimmer of light,

Who drink nectar, capture smaller flyers, and skim over the surface of ground water

Like explorers gazing into the mirror of a new world.

Why am I happy after such dark fear?

I don’t know.

I am breathing in excitement within the still heart of grace.

I can hear far-off music coming closer, singing songs of promise and of praise.

I gasp with delight as the morning unfolds.

My body is an archangel of love.

Some people survive cancer like a three-legged dog

Who struggles to perform tricks that were easy when she was whole.

I have re-grown my leg, shape-shifted into a wolf running under the moon.

The earth is my bones, the waterfall my blood,

The flowers my words, the trees my hair,

The eagle’s cry my song, the flash of sunlight on water my eyes.

 I lift up onto my hind legs and feathers sprout from all my limbs,

My face, human again, yet suffused with a nameless light,

My body, an archangel of love.

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About Joy Parker

As a three-time cancer survivor and storyteller, I felt compelled to create this blog because I felt the need to connect with an audience and immediately share what I am learning as I am learning it. The material in this blog is serving as the basis for two books that I am writing. The first book talks about how illness is a vehicle that takes us into the unknown land, teaches us things we couldn’t otherwise learn, and then gives us the opportunity to bring them back to our community. It offers a compass and creates a map of the unknown land so that others might find their path more easily. Most important, it shares what I have learned about waking up and being truly alive in this magnificent world. That might sound simple enough, but the actual experience is devastatingly beautiful and powerful. The second project is a book with medicine cards discussing many of the lessons I’ve learned from my experiences with healing and as a healer, the indigenous world, and walking a spiritual path. Most important, it is the story of the development of my own personal mythology. People tend to think of myths as massive stories and beliefs that develop in a culture over hundreds or thousands of years. We now live in a time of crisis and we don’t have a hundred years. The time for healing and transformation is now, and we are the ones we have been waiting for.
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2 Responses to My Body Is an Archangel of Love

  1. Artemisia Hunt says:

    Wow! I love it!!!!!!

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