A Memory Offering
A sacred fragment of the cycle of life
This morning a swallow sang out and tapped on the bedroom window, searching for a nesting place under the eaves. The farm is filled with hope, and beauty surrounds us. The woods are filled with bird song.
Bees have awakened, answering the fragrant invitations of blossoms. The lilies in the pond are spreading earthy green leaves upon the surface that reflects the sky moving by. Salamanders, tadpoles, frogs and toe nippers, living secret lives below the reflections. Lawnmowers and chainsaws punctuate the valley, distant echoes.
Our morning and evening walks with the dogs are a ritual of presence. The dogs led by their noses are joyful in their vole hunting, while I hunt for beauty. Never does a walk go by that does not hold some treasure.
Last night’s wind flung branches dressed with mosses, cones—new and old—seeds and nature bits to add to the earth, future soil. What first seemed a mossy clump turned out to be a gift, a reminder of the fragility of life. As I opened the moss a nest appeared—a secret.
The nest holds the history of the farm. Bits of moss, leaves, grasses, pine needles and twigs. Strands of dog hair, we’ve brushed out left in amongst the blackberry canes for spring birds. All woven together expertly and with care. It also holds memories of the cycle of life—a tiny bird skeleton lies along the inner circle of the nest. A memory of hope.
A message from the Eco Heart Oracle
Cedar ~ Sacred Healing
Cedar reminds you that you are becoming a part of the history of the Earth with each day of your life. What do you want to leave behind as your legacy?