As I carried my little babe on my hip, down the old stairs, and around the side of my blue cabin, what I thought was a quick trip to take out the recycling, turned into a moment of magic. Of pure peace and presence, the ones that somehow summon the deepest breaths you've taken in days, and call upon the tiny and electric sparks of your heart to roar up and swallow you whole.
Behind my cabin, there is a slope that runs up to the edge of the road, where four mighty maples grow, spreading their branches far over the roof, reaching with their leafy fingers out towards the river, where it's growing sound and song beckons them to let go. I call them "The Protectors", and I sleep beneath their arched bodies, all cuddled up in a pile with my man, our cub, and our kitties. We have slept like this together for lifetimes, in our piles of furs and skins, with the warmth of our hearth fire burning. And it is beneath the ancient and crooked bodies of these protectors that we remember, every night.
The profound and simple messages that came to me as I stood barefoot, the cold mossy earth kissing my feet, and the rays of the sun soaking into my being, were a gentle reminding. That we are all kings and queens, and we reign in this pristine palace, alongside our friends and earthmates, the animals, the insects, the birds, the water creatures, the reptiles, the elementals, and the veiled ones. We are all here together, connected, breathing, existing, spiralling in love and reverence.
And this leaf dances on. Suspended by only the threads of time, held in the subliminal space of release and newly arrived, to pause, if only for a few moments, to bring me this message of peace and perfection, in a world that moves so fast.
And surrounding this interpretive dance of nature herself, are three spiderwebs of similar size, glittering a rainbow hue upon the silken strands, each spider perched perfectly within the center of their own creation. A web in the West, North, and East, and the Earth serving as South. As my eyes pour over this magnificent moment, my baby coos and smiles at me in the afternoon light, trickling through the forest.
And as my eyes focus and unfocus on the center of their medicine wheel magic dancing before me, my heart whispers the most gentle and sweet truth. Keep weaving, my love, keep weaving.