a tail feather fluttered down before me.
it landed in the cool morning grass by my feet.
over my head, the osprey headed over the pines,
to the rivers, to the sea…
She boldly called to me,
“little duck –
You too can dive under water and fly through the air,
join Me”
.
so i did.
(won’t you come too?)
today i moved mountains –
or at least it felt like it..
and as i turned over one of them,
a brilliant green frog of unusual size
just sat there watching.
finally he said,
“………………………………………!”
and hopped away.
.
Mountain? What mountain?
just steps along a path.
we all want to find our place in the sun,
but no matter how high we fly,
or where we choose to land,
we are still in orbit.
spinning.
.
to turn and turn is my delight,
til by turning turning i come round right.
i had a visit from the Queen today.
She did not care that i forgot to bow –
or that i had no feathers in my hair –
She was simply grateful for the banquet i had accidentally prepared…
and i in turn felt blessed by Her presence.
there is a moment whether you call it
a
bounce
or
jump
when everything is up in the air.
the phrase:
“Did you grow up in a barn?”
is usually used to condemn bad manners –
yet, i have met many well mannered individuals
who were indeed raised in a barn…
still,
not all of those raised in barns should be.
.
what matters is not ‘where were you raised’ –
but
who are you raising up?
a small baby spider
has spun a web from the lamp to the door frame.
thus making both light and entrances
somewhat complicated.
.
he lies at my feet in a puddle,
and has never learned to purr –
he is as black as the darkest night
and he is covered in velvet fur ..
i love my big back ink splat cat. and that is that.
i do not need to reach to the stars,
or into the old dusty books –
i can touch with my toes
how love grows,
by proximity and Grace.
“Honey, have you seen Half-Tail?”
Some stories
are just waiting to pounce –
be prepared to tell the tale of Love.
somedays.
one roof doesn’t feel like enough.
but i know You are here too.
Ministry of Animals 