Panthera, Breathing

Hey, everyone:  Godl came back.  Something breathed on my neck last night, in what must have been a dream.

It has been close to a year since I last wrote of my jaguar doppelganger, and even then it wasn't about Godl, it was about the jaguar as spirit-mirror.  Since then, I hadn't thought about or had dreams about my favorite Panthera onca...and I was getting really worried.  I missed him.  I was beginning to think he had left for good.

But last night I had an inkling, a tremor, a ripple in the obsidian mirror.  A very blurry dream, perhaps it was a fragment of a dream caught up in another dream, one much more mundane.  This shard was small, its appearance brief, but I felt something.  There was a growl, that unearthly rumble (click the link and scroll down to the 'Sounds' button) that seems like no other.  I caught a glimpse of a jaguar, as if reflected in a piece of broken glass.  I saw the eyes, the eyes, those green-gold marvels.

Godl saw me.  Then it was gone...

Earlier this evening I was chatting with someone about 'animal nature' and learning to open up to it while staying human.  As I was talking, the image of a black jaguar padding through the jungle kept popping into my head.  It made me smile.

I don't have a story yet.  I'm not sure what, if anything, it might mean.  But I can say this: after a long grind of a summer where it felt like my blood was getting thinner by the day...feeling the jaguar inside was most welcome.

He's close, so close, and sniffing the wind.

For new readers and anyone who may have forgotten, the Godl series can be found at #1, #2 and #3.  I hope you like them.