Sharing a little earth magic and LOVE

The image is a collection of spirit messengers that greeted me and answered my questions as I went to the earth spaces to ground and reconnect. The following is the “story” of the objects in the photo.

Called to the mountains and the rivers for a weekend of wandering and wondering. First mountain adventure found me climbing up a scree of rock and debris to sit under a lightning struck tree. As I clambered up I realized it might not be such a great idea so I asked spirit for a sign that this was a safe path for me (and that I was to trust my skills)- a rock called to me and as I picked it up I noticed it was an open geode with a small patch of orange colored crystals formed at one end (set just below the antler in the photo). I reached the tree and saw something scurry into a whole as I sat down to bask in the sun. A mouse was about gathering seeds and such around me as I attempted to become one with the tree. On the way back down- in a more circuitous route – I saw deer tracks and decided to follow their paths- with the first steps on their trail I found the shed antler peeking out from the mud! I meandered on the mountainside ‘till near sunset- following deer trails as they led me back down to the road – carrying my messengers of magic and love from the mountain.

The next day I was invited by a friend to explore her mountain and as we stepped gingerly over ice slicks and snow patches- my friend mentioned finding coins many times along this section- and a penny appeared at my feet!. Later as we danced across rocks of thawing spring streams and finding moose tracks and critter scat in bits of snow patches still covering the earth, we caught a trail free of ice and snow. In silent gratitude for some “easier” footing I looked down and found a heart rock! We wandered through aspen starting to bud sheltering us from the winds while letting us bask in the sun. Ahh, yet another great day of connection and grounding and spirit messengers of the abundance of love.

The third day I heeded the call of the river down below. Snow nearly gone, the river ice melted, and the earth turning to mud but ohhh the winged ones were having a ball! Again silent questions racing through my mind and again asking for a sign from my heart – looking down the bank I see one pristine feather- white with with some black – stunning in the sunlight just waiting for me. I tuned back in to the earth around me and heard the air filled with ducks calling as they swam along and those on the shores waddled down to join in leaving signs of spring behind for me to find (the small downy feathers and medium sized ones too). The geese were there too causing a bit of a ruckus and one small white feather gift on the shore as they chased the ducks off down the river once more. As I wandered the shoreline gathering downy duck feathers a woodpecker’s drumming added vibration to the chatter. I stopped to locate the source of the sound and after looking up I once again looked down- finding the stripped feathers a bit buried in mud. Not as fresh as the duck gifts but still magic to me (feathers in the center of the image). I sat in the sun on a low lying tree branch watching the wee woodpecker dig for dinner drumming its song on the bark of the tree. I thanked the river for the flowing of emotions released from within and the gifts of release from the winged residents and left the downy woodpecker drumming in the fading light of the day.