water and wind

 

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

 

 

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