Egrets are my power animal. I know that sentence is unbelievably dorky, but when I was fifteen I spent the summer on an intentional community (basically a commune) where I slept in a yurt and learned how to do permaculture farming and harvest medicinal herbs and in that context, a shamanic journey through the underworld to look for my power animal made perfect sense.

And it still happens that when I’m running from danger or feeling a little unsure, egrets show up. So two days ago, following what may have been a life changing day, a walk with my father and Flavia and this egret seemed just right.