from
bird dreams, riding hope, - sometimes a fable, weaving our connections to birds, meandering rivers and dragons, fermenting miso
and consciousness,
wetlands,
our extended kin and ancestors, our mentors, and Wisdom.
Inspired
by actual events and a sense of place and belonging by a woman who addresses
the reader on behalf of the earth
What
do the winds, which have been busy lately, make of this notion that we are one
with what we see? It may be unknowable.
The fact is that some days the wind is stronger than others, even when they
seem quiet they are very much around. This also means that the trees will be
talking too. As everyone knows, their talk changes through the seasons. They
have one language when their leaves are full and dancing and another that is a
lot like whistles when their leaves are gone. And, of course they speak the
language of colors and shadows, the words of shade and dampness, they sing the
songs of night and, it is also said their whispers create the morning dew and
the evening’s quiet only comes when they hush. This could all be rumors. Who is
to know these things really? It could be
that before the last leaves fell, the water dragon took a large leaf softened
by the sun and summer to write that she was leaving. And indeed she did leave
as soon as she knew that summer was truly gone and the menhaden were following
another stream in the ocean as well. As
some report, the streams in the ocean talk to the mouths of rivers. This talk
then travels down through the ripples and ripps where the river waters churn.
This is how their messages are relayed to the back end of the river where the
otters sometimes venture. And high above all this talk, the water dragon learns
the news that summer is on the move.
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