July 27, 2024

I woke up this morning thinking of my mother. I chose today as my day to tend the well because it is her birth date and I wanted to honor her. I wanted her presence and my memory of her to be with me as I open myself to the inner and outer longing that a dedicated day like today allows for.

I walked on the golden colored, parched land on the way to Emigrant Creek where I wanted to spend some time. Nature has it all. The contrasts are stark. I felt cradled like the flowing creek was cradled, cradled by the oaks, willows and poplars that lined it’s edges. A deer and her fawn, the two buzzards that sat atop the poles and watched, the wild turkeys with their babies, the cows and horses in the green pasture, green given the gift of mountain run-off. Having afternoon ‘cocktails’ with the titmouse, nut hatch, and jays. Their appetizers are the sunflower seeds that I put out for them, washed down by their drink of choice, the earthy water, in the saucers of the potted plants. And me with my Kombucha and a splash of gin.

It’s been a day like every other day, brimming with sentience, alive with life force, filled with the workings of Life that I know only as the ‘mystery’. As the outer world swirls like the eddies in the creek, what an absolute honor to behold and to share with so many who are on this same thread,

Tomorrow is the Collective Day of Silence and so I hand off to ‘you’.