The winds have been wicked here. Blowing pounding rain in from the ocean. The air is cold to the bone, when you catch yourself in the constant blow of it. The house is more like a cave. The craft like a safe harbor. Something to do in the dark cold length of winter. I look out my window at the burgundy tree. The leaves are scarce. No birds clutch upon it today. I haven’t heard the tiny brown ones tapping at the window in quite some time. The sky is gray. Though higher in the eucalyptus I see a tiny patch of blue beginning to poke through.
An agenda filled with travels. A heart condensed with grief. I think about life. The wind of time. The patterns we inevitably find ourselves repeating. If only we just breathe. With spirit the magic trickles from the atmosphere through my spine. The clouds remind me of blankets. A nurturing place to hold the ache of a heart who sees the earth as whole, a sum of all actions, one existence of being. Alive.
I think about tomorrow. You will see the world, as I will not know it. Looking back upon now with a deeper sense of knowing. I will rest only in witness. You will wonder how it was, as I wonder now how it will be. You will wonder how it will be, just as I wonder how it was. In reverence of what a magnificent time it is to be alive. The crows knock upon the roof, as if in confirmation. How will your spirit affect the flow of the whole? How can you channel it to make positive waves?
Seven crows sit upon a wire. Poking at it with their beaks. They carry with them a magnificent metaphor of power. I think about them in the autumn. The way they sqwuak in the gulch. All commensing in a ceremonial call. Murders of them flying in from across the horizon. There in a grove of eucalyptus they swoop and call, a mating dance, a harvest festival, a nightly ritual that happens more often than we stop to notice? I wonder these things as I watch something so interesting to me. Ritual an incorporation of being. Ceremony a reflection of conciousness. A celebration of life.
How different am I from a crow?
(©️ 2018)
Lilac Laced Love 