|Greeting the Pacific Ocean, once again.|
Alaska. This place, this Land has a presence all its own. This is difficult to articulate, but if you are open to it, it is almost palpable. You can breathe it into your lungs, thick & heady. You can feel it pressing on your skin. It smells strongly of... ha, Alaska. There are no words. It can only be experienced in person, with your being. In concert with this dense, hulking presence of place, there is a bursting population of lesser, no, smaller entities here. Droves of them. This place hums with life & energy & spirit. It is abuzz, teeming & ebullient with hoardes of diverse creatures; beings of all forms & functions.
|Hello again, |
Northern Horned Ones.
Greetings this time consisted of simple, appreciative nods, winks & "hello"s. Nothing elaborate or heavy, everything just casual, familiar, down-to-Earth. As I seldom have a moment to myself anymore -- always existing in the company of my wee folk -- I made no production of it & perhaps no production is necessary. After all, with few exceptions, we humans seem to be the only beings who need elaborate ritual to acknowledge our spiritual neighbors.
|Dandelion (Taraxacum officinale) tea.|
In these fresh days, I relish this new-feeling, yet well-known energy that surrounds me. It's corny, but cannot help but think of that old Journey song -- I don't recall the title, or most of the lyrics, but there is a line that says something akin to, "I get the joy of rediscovering you..." Rediscovering. Rekindling a passion. Yes. That is what greeting this Land means to me. What joy it is.