Yesterday it snowed. Great white flakes fluttered down like butterflies from the sky and stuck to every leaf and thorn – covering the red earth with a delicate lace shawl. A spring snow is a benediction.
I opened the door and was serenaded by black robed women with wings, singing with wild abandon from the nearest cottonwood tree, as a coffee colored river rushed by… Nature is crafting her own harmony,
Red Willow River is the chorus.
Red-winged blackbirds soar, their high-pitched trills creating a symphony of sound.
Flashing crimson wings whir like fans as they fly by.
I feel hope pulsing through each cell of my body as I join the crowd.
My mind falls silent as I breathe in deep peace…
Oh Daughters of the Night, gift us with your blessing; for you teach us that only the present moment matters… that cycles of becoming are what is – and participation is always our choice.
We must not ever forget that our strength comes with numbers –
that each life matters.
Life births life,
as death sleeps soundly in the heat of the rising sun.
4/5/17
Working Notes
Spring in the high desert is a wondrous event, and I have been blessed by living on Red Willow River close to those who carve relationship out of song.
Spring in the high desert brings wildflowers – primrose and globe mallow – “forget-me-nots” dressed in delphinium blue – big gray green sage captures all but the most numb through intoxicating scent – and every day births a seed for becoming.
The arrival of the red-winged blackbirds ushers in the season of love.
I germinate Datura seeds…
And plant twigs with roots.
We circle big sage with prayer.
Black birds remind us that Nature is both –
fragile and tough.
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