This morning before dawn
I entered the Labyrinth
and as I slowly circled towards the center my gaze
caught the eye of a buck grazing across the forest
in the East with the colors of the pink dawn as his beautiful backdrop.
|If you look really close you can see him...|
I tried to take a picture and he gave me a nod as if to say
I see you, move along, as he continued to graze and in an unhurried manner walked out of site.
I looked at the picture and at first he is nowhere to be seen.
Was he a spirit coming to remind me of my quest?
Or the 6 point buck I saw in real time but a master of camouflage so experienced that even the camera could not capture him?
To me he was a blessing.
A gift as precious as the sun rising every morning.
The reminder of my deer totem. Grace, peace, gentleness and so much more.
|Dawn this morning|
About the same time two
squirrels were awakening
one fussing at the other as if to say,
“Joe, I thought I heard
A big thud and I thought, Did
she push him out of the nest?
Arriving at the center of the circle I
took a moment to give
thanks for the beauty of this day
As the sky lit up with soft vibrant
pinks and yellow in the
|Venus at the entrance|
forefront of the blue.
Venus, the sacred Labyrinth kitty,
was sitting at the entrance
watching patiently. Earlier she had
been running and
jumping high up onto the tree
trunks as if to say to the
squirrels, “If I really wanted to I
could come get you.”
On the walk out of the center I sang
my prayers for family
|"Screech Owl" branch close to the trunk|
and friends and the world.
As I sang the birds joined in to
welcome the sun and begin
singing their song for the day.
The squirrel drew my attention
to a tree in the West that
appeared to have a screech owl
sitting in it. It turned out to
be the stub of a branch, a reminder of the gift I was given on
Walking back towards the
|Sister Moon shining down|
house for my first and most
holy cup of tea I looked up to see the moon shining down from
above the trees.
What a delicious morning.
Wrapping you around with infinite love and wisdom,
|"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower." - Albert Camus|