what you put in, you get back

I haven’t written in a while. so this post is likely to seem fragmented and meandering.

this morning i had a most beautiful experience with my more-than-human relatives. all while standing on the deck. i passed the sliding glass door, on the way into meditation. two eagles, soaring on the wind, catch my eye. i watch from behind the glass for a moment, but then step outside in the cold wind to whisper my gratitude to them. “i see you my relatives. i am glad you are here. miigwech” I watch as they soar, effortlessly, gracefully, on the wind. soon, one begins to perform aerial tricks, twisting and diving, graceful and powerful. at this point, i notice that there is a third eagle, part of this beautiful dance that encompasses the sky. they begin to communicate. i realize how much i love the sounds of their voices. a crow chimes in, but is hidden. the eagles must not be perceived as that much of a threat at this moment, otherwise, the murder would be up in the air. i’m listening, not just with my ears, ya ken. i’m listening with my heart as well. and with my spirit. then, the sound of a seal from down on the shore carries on the wind and joins this beautiful show i happened upon while paying attention.

i am approaching another celebration of the beginning of another cycle around the sun. this time of year i’m more pensive than usual – and that can be quite annoying for a lot of people in my life. it is my time to be in deep, mostly silent, contemplation. it is my time to contemplate the next cycle of life, as i move closer and closer to elder status, at least by age. 🙂 i am contemplating my place as a woman. my place as a sovereign being. i am contemplating those forces which have influenced me, and my reactions to those influences. i am in a slow time right now. the action is very internal. i have to remind myself that this is ok. it is my time to be internal and slow. there is no need to rush anything during the next few weeks. at least not internally.

I am Twylia Dawn. I am Little Flower, Shining Star. I am Anisihinaabekwe and Alba Bean

 

 


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