Sunday, March 18, 2018
As I sit and feel the warmth of Sun on my face, I remember that the Sun does not rise, Earth spins. My experience of Sun rising is a manifestation of my perspective. The spot where I am on Earth returns to be shined on by Sun, then moves away and returns again.
This gets me thinking about how easy it is for me to forget that my experience of the world is only my perspective. My culture offers me many confusing invitations regarding who's perspective is valuable and who's is not. I believe all perspectives are Sacred and should be honored equally. This idea invites me into a position that is more curious and less judgmental. It also invites me to consider Sun's perspective when I am pondering the next right thing to do. Sun's perspective illuminates possibilities I would not have considered, and is not biased by cultural limitations.
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Walking out the Eastern door this morning, I am greeted by bright Sunshine and cold Air. It occurs to me that Winter is waning, and that this cold will soon be a part pf my past. I settle in to enjoy what it brings me, knowing that soon, it will live only here, in these words, and in my memory, and in the Winter to come.
Friday, March 16, 2018
My thoughts were so distracting this morning that did not hear the birds singing. Even after I tried to hear them singing, it took me a moment to find their songs. This brought me back to the power of my thoughts and the effects they have on my experience of life. This has left me wondering if there is a different way to engage the power of my thoughts for purposes other than distraction.
Thursday, March 15, 2018
The Phoebe nest that Squirrel knocked down got covered up with Snow in the last storm. When I was shoveling a path to the screen house, I couldn't remember where it was and accidentally shoveled into it and broke it apart. When it fell open, I saw that there was a single egg inside. The egg was about a quarter the size of a hen's egg, and pale white.
At first it struck me as sad. One of the Phoebe chicks had not been incubated into life. Perhaps that parents had abandon it, forced to flee the nest by Hawk. I wouldn't ever know. All I knew was that I got to see what a Phoebe egg looks like. Maybe that's enough.
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
In order for fir and feathers to work as insulators they have to be clean. No matter how hungry or cold my creature cousins might be, they always take time to keep their layers clean. This gets me thinking about first things first and the importance of paying attention to what I am doing right here, right now.
My culture invites me to think that I can multitask, and get things done faster. My experience is that I am only ever doing one thing at a time, even if I am juggling many tasks. My experience also teaches me that when I try to do more than one thing t time the quality of my experience of doing what I am doing is reduced.
My creature cousins remind me to do the next right thing and keep my head where my feet are. What ever happens, at the very least, my fir will be clean.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Sitting outside this morning, the Snow pelting my face, I hear Sparrow's alarm call. She was sitting in a tree just Southeast if me. I wonder, for a moment if, she is complaining about the Snow pelting her face as well. I am grateful for the moments I spent with Sparrow this morning, but as I head inside and out of the storm, I remember that Sparrow will be out in it for as long as it lasts.
My culture invites me to think that being inside during the storm is the right place to be, but Sparrow's and my Ancestors sat outside in storms together for millenia before there was an “inside.” I wonder what gifts this discomfort will bring my Sparrow cousin today?