It's been so long I've wondered
Would I even recognize the rain?
But the signs are unmistakable
And waken primal knowings.
Pores open up like plants
The scales of our hair sip moisture
And stand tall in attention
Our noses know the smell of rain
Ears can't unremember thunder
Our skin flinches with the electric shock
As lightning scalds the sky
The sucking void of warring winds
Winds the breath up in the chest
The tactile call and response
Between barometric change and body
Forms precious proof that what's forgotten isn't gone
It's merely biding till the time
And when the deluge finally falls
You can't remember
That you did not remember
Elena Wolf - or Elena Nola, for poetry - is an MBTI type alignment mentor, relationship coach, and Norse-tradition shaman. In 2005 she received her B.A. in English and Plan II from the University of Texas at Austin, and in fall 2020 completed a year-long training as a 4 People Within mentor. Around that same time she began training in shamanic facilitation with Dr. Dario Nardi and has been running journey groups on her own since summer of 2021.
You can read more about her professional work at thepatternbreaker.com.
Her poetry can be found at elenanola.com.
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