I Remember …
The geese are gathering, each time they fly over their numbers are swelling.
Crows and Ravens are very present, venturing across their guard of the peripheral to summon me. Seven Ravens came a few days ago … a family, July is usually the time they have fully fledged by here.
Much is shifting and the birds are keeping me informed …
Wren is ever-present, the great untangler and finder of light.
Her curiosity and boldness is growing.
And Robin keeps reminding me that I haven’t written about him, the purveyor of New Beginnings, yet. I have a personal association of him with the stag from a Vision Quest I underwent just before my Chiron return at 0 degrees Aries … and now it seems nearly every planet is going back and forth across that point. And I have written much about the stag …
And so I am still waiting to see what emerges … and during that wait I am preparing.
A final release of karmic debris and the weight of clumsy manifestations. An unpacking and reorganisation of the camels bags so we can pass through the eye of the needle.
And the Ravens guard that gate.
The Bees have been visiting me in the van, dancing in my doorway. And I imagine that this is the same bee I fed the last of my Lavender honey, from the Magdalene hills of Provence, who I’ve watched each morning doing his rounds of the foxgloves while they were still in flower …
And then this poem came …
I Remember …
I remember …
the Red Rocks we laid down
encoded
fragments
and Ancestral Bonesof a lost world …
Look how far we have come …
Dragonfly makes it through
a cloud of Angelic feathers …Then …
hits the windscreen …
of the
Unseen
divideHow is you Heart ?
lighter than a feather ?
For only then will you rise
and pass through the Gate.anointed by Wrens wing
as we cross over7 ravens guard the gate behind us
a new Weave
demands Robin
with swelling Heart
from his Antlered seatan Emerald glow
of Arthurian Yew …
and Synergy of Rose and Bee …
with much Love,
from my Heart to yours
Tania Aurora White Crow