..as the time of rest and renewal passes, I find myself already stretched too thin. This will be a year of changes. For now, I need to keep up here… So, rather than put off my entries, because it’s dinnertime and I am rushing about! here is what I have discovered since the last entry.

There have been four, corresponding to June, July  August and September.And these were:

June: Very simply, I saw the wren again. It is probably a Bewick’s – rare in the extreme in these parts and even more unlikely to fly up and sit outside the window.  I first saw him on Christmas Day; on New year’s Eve he was back. Much, much folklore and mythology surrounding the wren; deserves a whole entry. What I am taking relates to my Druidry.  ’nuff said for now.

 

 

July: I had a  day of rest. No going out, no seeking. So I pulled a card from my Tree Angels deck, which is very special to me. I received the Cherry Spirit.Self acceptance, self-love, bliss.

Bliss is the birthright of all creation

Fred Hageneder, The Tree Angel Oracle

 

August: That was yesterday. The first day I’ve taken a car – a safe, reasonable car – out for a spin in soo long. Years. I still feel ill – have had a flare-up after working so much last year and then straight through he holidays, cooking/cleaning etc – and while I’m on the mend I wasn’t 100% good. The sign of the day was not a thing in nature, but three times, I was helped or entertained by strangers. all very French. I drove through the village wondering what freedom would be like if I could keep it (the car, as I have been completely dependent on others for years now).  The word “Carol” is involved. Carol a person, carol as in a song.  I feel this is an omen of kindness and generosity, for sure I do…but I can be distracted too easily by the hope of community. I’ve been in this house ten years and only NOW do I start to connect with anyone close by. I need to be careful, I am easily influenced by that which I have longed for.

 

September. Today I saw a strange S shaped pattern in the snow outside. It looks as if a bird laded, wandered through the snow making a sign, then flew off. It’s just…a serpent shape. I don’t know what it means. Renewal, rejuvenation, as in a snake shedding it’s skin? That might make sense, in the larger context of things.

 

 

I hear the stockpot boiling and I have 30 sweet potatoes peeled and prepped to go. I’m not very inspired today, but I’ve kept my promise to record what I notice.

And so it goes.

 

The Cherry Tree, by Catrin Welz-Stein