Water and wind speak to
each other in a language that many both see and hear. But knowing is different
from seeing or hearing and together, seeing and hearing cannot produce knowing
without the passage of many seasons. After many seasons however, something
changes. Maybe a note from the summer plays like a fugue through the season and
continues into the fall. Its presence swells in your consciousness and you
finally hear what they’re saying. It’s so subtle, what with listening to their
sounds or just watching the light of the sun or the moon or the light that
clouds create, you hardly noticed the passage of time. The wind, the ways of
birds, the knowing without knowing comes.
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
thank you for your support
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