The crows called this morning! I had just arose from the night, at sunrise, later than usual or planned. As I stirred around the house I heard a group of crows somewhat in the distance, but still on my land, cawing with impatience, and expectation of food. I gathered a small handful of cat food, and placed it on the front porch. Within five minutes or so it was gone. Later, in the morning, I was trimming grass, trees and shrubs with an electrical lawnmower and an electrical hedge trimmer. I was thinking how silent the lawnmower was, and how good this was – the silence. Almost immediately after these thoughts, a silent crow flew over my head, closer than typical, and too close to be unintentional. I knew he was attempting to get my attention.
Though still too high to hear or feel wind from his wings, it was as if I could feel the subtle-winds of the ethers, from his winds, blowing on me, caressing over my face and shoulders, hands and arms. He was silent. He landed on the tree and branch – his favorite apparently – in front of my front porch, and looked down at the porch. He remained silent. It was as if he missed his fill from the morning, or missed the whole breakfast of cat food the others had eaten, though he had gotten the message it was served. He did not call out, as usually they, the crows do, when demanding food or attention to be treated. He knew I knew he was there, and waited. I went inside, from the garage, and gathered some more cat food, and placed it on the porch, while he settled more in the distance, to safely watch me, from where I don't know; but I knew he was there.
I went back to my trimming along the driveway, and all of a sudden Orio, the neighbor cat appeared, coming from across the street. I knew she knew the crow had been there, and eating her food. She had come directly to me though, being overly social as she is, and having "first come and touch" bonding with me before eating, so I walked her to the porch, showing her the remaining cat food.
Much is said about the healing power of nature, and being in harmony with nature. At times we may wonder what does that mean, and how does it happen. It happens in little ways. Silence is most important.
Through it perhaps, I recognized the crow "buzzing" me, so to speak, though gently and silently; and then I watched him, and where he went and landed, after he did pass over me. I noted the cat followed him,but it was like I "felt" the cat following his presence as she came to me. Cause and effect everywhere! Harmony everywhere. The cat did not even meow, as often she does, when hungry. She also was silent.
I realized I could have missed all of this, if not for that silent lawnmower, and my intention to be in and with nature, as working in the yard.
It is said that in silence we attune to the silence of nature, and it can be said, in that silence, nature and its creatures recognize us, and share in life with us – more consciously.
It is through these little things, these little ways, we learn to be attune to nature, and to receive energy and healing from her – as long as we also take care of her, or at least don't harm her. Then, she silently, or not so silently, as rain just poured down outside my window – fills us with a soft breeze of her wings, and delights our eyes in watching her receive us, and what we have to offer her.
We open to her, and are united, and healed, in subtle, mysterious ways.
Though still too high to hear or feel wind from his wings, it was as if I could feel the subtle-winds of the ethers, from his winds, blowing on me, caressing over my face and shoulders, hands and arms. He was silent. He landed on the tree and branch – his favorite apparently – in front of my front porch, and looked down at the porch. He remained silent. It was as if he missed his fill from the morning, or missed the whole breakfast of cat food the others had eaten, though he had gotten the message it was served. He did not call out, as usually they, the crows do, when demanding food or attention to be treated. He knew I knew he was there, and waited. I went inside, from the garage, and gathered some more cat food, and placed it on the porch, while he settled more in the distance, to safely watch me, from where I don't know; but I knew he was there.
I went back to my trimming along the driveway, and all of a sudden Orio, the neighbor cat appeared, coming from across the street. I knew she knew the crow had been there, and eating her food. She had come directly to me though, being overly social as she is, and having "first come and touch" bonding with me before eating, so I walked her to the porch, showing her the remaining cat food.
Much is said about the healing power of nature, and being in harmony with nature. At times we may wonder what does that mean, and how does it happen. It happens in little ways. Silence is most important.
Through it perhaps, I recognized the crow "buzzing" me, so to speak, though gently and silently; and then I watched him, and where he went and landed, after he did pass over me. I noted the cat followed him,but it was like I "felt" the cat following his presence as she came to me. Cause and effect everywhere! Harmony everywhere. The cat did not even meow, as often she does, when hungry. She also was silent.
I realized I could have missed all of this, if not for that silent lawnmower, and my intention to be in and with nature, as working in the yard.
It is said that in silence we attune to the silence of nature, and it can be said, in that silence, nature and its creatures recognize us, and share in life with us – more consciously.
It is through these little things, these little ways, we learn to be attune to nature, and to receive energy and healing from her – as long as we also take care of her, or at least don't harm her. Then, she silently, or not so silently, as rain just poured down outside my window – fills us with a soft breeze of her wings, and delights our eyes in watching her receive us, and what we have to offer her.
We open to her, and are united, and healed, in subtle, mysterious ways.
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