“Once I had a child
He was wilder than moonlight
He could do it all
Like he’d been here before
Once I had a child
She was smiling like sunshine
She could see it all
Like she’d been here before
Then I had a child
Took his while like northern summer
And he knows it all
Like he’s been here before.”
Our weekend in Shasta County was a blessing of luscious and luminous Autumn. We walked the wilds of Battle Creek, where the Salmon run is just finishing and the Vulture People warm their wings and full bellies in the Fall sunshine.
Jeff and Fern plopped rocks in the creek and I went for a walkabout.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I…I took the one that got me lost.
They began circling.
And then I noticed that somebody was slumming it with the Vultures.
Jeff wearing his streetscore Star Wars shirt and knocking down galls for Fern. I laugh and think of this everytime I see this pic.
Another fine morning found us, of course, down at Vulture Flats. We’ve all been here before. Welcome home.
I haven’t seen her for nearly a year, but shortly after our arrival, a friend came a callin’.
The sound of a hawk’s cry penetrates to my bones like a sweetly sharp arrow, and the air is rendered crystallin.
I’m trying to come up with a new name for my professional Ecopsychology/therapy blog. Jeff suggested “Moss Appeal.” Which is hilarious to the two of us and probably no one else. (By the way, I’m taking suggestions and your strokes of genius).
Find the kingfisher.
Leaving this time was not so painful. I have been feeling so entwined with the unseen magic that exists…well, everywhere…but vividly and startling out of doors, be it in the Bay Area or in my beloved stomping grounds, that departing did not leave me heartbroken. Some of you were wondering if there were any shenanigans from The Presence. I was utterly miserable every evening as twilight ended and the humming that signals the arrival of Whateveritis would begin. I did several offerings of sacred smoke, as well multiple conversations and prayers and stated, again, that harmful mischief would not be tolerated. While I felt it hovering over me while I slept, by the end of our stay it was very mild and seemed satisfied. I think it’s a bit of an attention whore.
Y’all have one more day to enter The Giveaway (I can’t wait! Who will it be?) Drawing names will provide great fun during what looks to be a sopping wet weekend here in Nor Cal. Have a beautiful one folks.