Back To My Roots
My prancy boy (he truly prances like a gaited horse) and I walk the moss-carpeted trails on our mountain nearly every day.
Yesterday as the dulcet baritone of my Rasta Man's voice slid into my ear I tried to paint him a picture of trees talking, describe the freedom felt in following a deer path until you lose it and using the same one to get back home.
He said he's glad I'm happy.
But it's not just happy, its more than that. My roots just couldn't catch hold in the hot sandy soil of the islands. They curled and bent and conformed to their pot as best they could. At times they even flourished, but, as with most plants, they needed their true habitat to thrive.
Here I feel them unfurling and sinking into rich black soil, wrapping round stones, and twisting through cracks in the bed rock.
Creating a foundation they are.
Recently I was walking my other piece of property with my agent who is also my sister and some prospective buyers and their agent. I had my twin nieces on both sides of me, but a tiny shadow was working its way into my mind about selling something I'd planned to live on. My niece Ivey bent down and picked up something and said "Here Auntie, present for you." It was the jawbone in the picture below. I've identified it as a raccoon jawbone.
Traditionally raccoon medicine teaches us to let go of something (thing about how they're always washing away what they don't want on their food), it also can teach us to accept gifts as they come without arguing ourselves out of worthiness to receive them. (Note: while we walked looking for mushrooms my twin nieces quietly chanted "good things, good things, good things". At the end of the showing the people said they want to buy it. Darling little witchlings!)
I also like that the first animal I encountered at my new place was a huge Black Vulture. These are different from the red headed Turkey Vultures most of us are familiar with. They are almost regal with their all black suits and white frosted wing tips. Vultures have a highly developed sense of loyalty, feeding family members long past fledging. They travel in large family groups normally.
I like the synchronicity of that with my current life circumstances.