while collecting dream fragments
the tree spirit called to me
I walk the trails in Ojai often and I especially love Shelf Road for its simplicity, its proximity and the panoramic views of our valley. I also like the magic. every single time I walk that trail I see something new. something surprising. something that makes me stop in my tracks. something that makes my jaw drop. my ears perk up. my heart soar.
once a peregrine falcon came roaring through the air above me. I heard it seconds before I saw it. it sounded like an air craft coming at me with the intensity and purpose of a fighter jet. it sped past me, just a few feet above my head and dive-bombed its prey on the valley floor.
tiny little love note
etched in stone
come home with me
another time it was a buck. huge antlers lit with late afternoon sunlight. he leapt across my path. westward into the orchard.
once an owl swooped up in front of my windshield as I headed down the hill at twilight.
the shadows were long
I stumbled upon this
older than oceans
sometimes, the magic I see is inside my self. it’s usually as insanely jaw-dropping and track-stopping as nature’s messages. I think this is because just as I am in nature, nature is in me.
yesterday, it was heart images in these rocks and in this tree. reminding me to let love in. ♥