Creating Peace with the dawn

Dear friends,

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 

something….go check!”

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 

Thanksgiving.

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,

Christine

"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower."  - Albert Camus