Several days ago, I found a very large feather "gifted" to me by a passing bird, in my yard. It was a blustery day, with Mc Donalds bags blowing through the trees, and leaves circling in mini- tornadoes . The heavy feather, stuck in the left-over remnants of last year's peonies, was calling to me. It was strong and perfect, a spiritual tool to be used with wisdom and love.
The bird tribe is with us, willing to remove the carrion, sing our song, and glide freely through the air, as an example of true life on planet Earth.
As we unfurl our wings, and ready ourselves for the trusting, deserved, leap off the ledge to freedom, we study the terrain below, around and above. The vultures have completed their work, and now it is our turn to fly.
We are the Phoenix, the Dragon, the Bluebird, the Eagle and the Sparrow, the Crow and the Hawk, the Cardinal and the Blue-Jay, ready to create the lighter, clearer, more vibrant colors of the rainbow hue-man. We prepare and commune, gather, and join in unity, to accomplish what we came here to do and experience. It is Our Time. We are Team One.
Surprisingly, it was with clear wisdom, that sage Punxsutawney Phil recognized the spiritual vision of the Spring that we lack, the coming of the Light...
And the Robin looks for a place to build her nest.
And the Robin looks for a place to build her nest.
(Note: You can view every article as one long page if you sign up as an Advocate Member, or higher).
2
1
1
