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Sharing moments of Stillness and Silence
Learning from my tree teachers...
In the fall we must drop our leaves and stretch our roots.
In the winter we must stand in the stillness so that in the spring when life is filled with possibility there is nothing extra holding us back from stretching onward towards the sun.
Our journey is to find the light that seeps through the canopy,
grow with the resources provided to us by the earth,
absorb the vapor of the air.
We must stand tall and be willing to bend when necessary.
Cold in the shade.
Warm in the sun.
Blue skies and winter skies.
And so the garden grows.
Winter day
Cloudy sky
Stillness
Except the birds
Who seek
Food.
Above
The deafening silence
The red shouldered hawk
Calls
From the pecan trees
Of my childhood...
Crows
'Caw'
In the south...
The fly westward
Chasing
The hawk
Of out THEIR woods...
And still the hawk
Calls...
Wren knows this call
Is not the call
Of the hunt.
She returns to her song...
A brown creeper
Scratches its way up the pine
Chickadee and titmouse
Fly to and from...
A ruby crowned kinglet
Hangs upside down
Fetching its meal...
Still the hawk calls
Still the crows chase...
Until
It
Stops...
Until
It leaps
Into
Flight
Air catching under his wings
In one
Powerful
Wing beat...
His body lifts
Easily
To the sky.
In the flash of a mere second
The voice that filled
The silence
Becomes the voice
Of the silence...
The world
Returns
To winter.
Winter is peeking through the clouds
who are moving
being carried
very softly
on the breeze today.
The woods are still
quiet
showing themselves ready
for the heavy slumber
that comes between
the solstice and the great turning
of Imbolc.
Things have been kind of quiet in our world of Adventure Seeking. Instead our current adventure is building our garden.
