My Spirit Animal    

When you think of a spirit, you may think of something that has passed away, but in my case it is a bit different. You see, mine loves water, likes to splash around, and is SUPER fast! She is smooth and slippery too! Do you have any guesses? I will tell you. She is a dolphin. I named her Coral when I got in a surfing accident last year. I had gotten taken out by a wave and my leg got caught in between some coral. She came to my rescue and wasn't hesitant.

Coral surfs right beside me now. We do tricks in the waves for each other. She will spin and flip and I will stand on one leg for a very short period of time. I love watching her shiney gray skin as she jumps through the water.

The little barrette that pins back the tiny hairs on the left side of my face, I wear it every day. Silver and studded with diamonds, it’s my favorite accessory. Everyone always tells me how gorgeous it is, and I tell them that my great grandma gave it to me. It’s very special, but no one knows just how special it really is.

Inside that little barrette is a spirit. The spirit of a guardian. Now, I don’t know who, or even what, the thing that holds the voice of reason is. But it’s always there. Every big decision, every time I doubt myself, and even sometimes when I just feel alone. Filling me with reassurance and comfort. This might sound crazy, and, believe me, I was shocked when I first heard it. But it’s real, a little voice. Well, at least I thought it was just a voice. 

Do you hear the whisper?
The soft brushing of her voice against your ear?
Do you hear her speak?
Do you hear her question?
Her question of "Will I ever be relieved of my duty and sleep?"
Do you hear her screams?
She lives
But she died
Do you hear her whisper?
Do you hear her question?
Her question of "Will I ever be relieved of my duty and sleep?"
Well I hear her
I hear her question
I hear her screams of pain and despair
My heart reaches out to her in sympathy
In sadness for her agony...her agony of living, when she died
She wants to rest
To sleep
But her soul is burdened with a task
A task to protect
So she does
She protects the one who lives in her house
She protects people on the street
She protects people of pain, despair, sadness, loneliness, all things she has felt
She saves people of things they do not want to endure
She is everyones guardian

A spirit that guards and protects. Something impossible, others say. Whenever I hear that, I just shake my head and laugh because… I’ve been able to see my spirit from when I was born. My spirit’s name is eM. Oh sure, at first it was pretty scary. Seeing a ball of water no larger than my fist floating around me and talking! For goodness sake. Yes, I was scared of the floating, talking water, but more so that I might be delusional. You know, the type of people that others call “lunatics.” I would run away from it during the first few times it appeared. Yes, it just appears whenever it wants to. Gradually, I became less and less afraid. I became more and more curious as to what this ball of floating water was. You might ask, is it always in the form of floating water? Well…no. Sometimes it appears as a young woman, a little girl, an animal, and… an old wiry man with a really long beard. It’s pretty funny. Whenever I get sad, my spirit comes to comfort me.