I have a new friend, a wild rabbit. Met Peace yesterday, and today Peace was waiting for me in the same place. This time, I was able to get closer. (A few years ago, I fed a wild rabbit from my hands. It only took a week or two for the rabbit to trust me enough to do that. City girl that I am, I was quite impressed with myself – – lo, wild woman of nature. Grin.)
Peace gave me a lesson in stillness today, including transmitting the power of stillness to me.
(As I type this, I think of the ancient Faerie Faith, imagine a maiden gathering mushrooms in the woods, a Fey being granting her power.)
A few minutes later, I saw a white cat on the side of the road. It was motionless, and flat along the ground, so I became worried. Oh my god, is it dead? But when I got close, it got up and leapt away like a deer. Another lesson in stillness.
I walked on. The forest here is angry. Like me. My anger doesn’t devastate my internal landscape like it used to. But anger has crept back, crept up on me recently; I realized yesterday that I was carrying a lot of anger that I was unaware of, and it was messing with me. So I started working on that.
Not that I consider anger bad. It depends. It’s not bad per se, but it’s not always good. It can be self-destructive, tighten my innards til my body’s crippled.
So the forest and I were angry together, as a mutual healing.
Then I found a small feather. It looks like pigeon, morning dove, raven, or blackbird. But it could be none of those. It is small and beautiful. At first I discounted it, because it was not large and bold – not overtly shamanic. But I always tell my students never to discount a small mystical feeling or event, because it may be the opening to a larger one. Besides, larger is not always better or more powerful. I took the feather home.
I love my life. And give a prayer of gratitude to the committee of gods that runs my life, is connectivity, is creativity, is a source of secrets that surround us. Sshh.