One night last week, I dreamt of bears.
I dreamt that I was in a class where we were learning to shape shift into the large beasts. My body altered. I grew no fur, but my hands adjusted themselves, paw-like, elbows slightly out, and fingers slightly in. It was quite easy to walk on all fours.
Later, I dreamt of real bears fishing in a river, catching salmon in their mighty paws, fur glistening with droplets in the sun.
Sometimes we need to know that we are strong.
Sometimes we need to know we can stand in raging water and not fall down. We can feed ourselves. We can feed our families. We can glisten in the sunlight, large and beautiful.
We can change our shape, if need be. But we will always be ourselves, somewhere inside.
If the world requires you to shift your shape, I beg you: please remember who you are. Don’t let anyone take away the magic inside of you. The magic of your soft human flesh, your beating heart, your poetry, your longing, and your fear.
You may be a bear, or lynx, or badger. You may be a poppy, redwood, fly, beetle, or crow. You may be fey, or ghostly. Made mostly of bacteria and water. But you are also human. You are here: Animal. Human. Divine.