Chilling With Cordial Corvids

 Oh what a beautiful morning! The day had an unusual start, which could have turned things sour, but instead opened to a blossoming flower... and yes, unfortunately for my spouse I do talk that way in real life. So today, which was supposed to be a day off, my husband was suddenly called in to cover for a co-worker which left me with the task of taking the dog for his wake-up walk. I honestly wasn't looking forward to it because for the past few days, despite having eaten well and taken vitamin boosters, my physical energy has felt drained. This walk is something that "the guys" always do together, so I let lil' Sparky lead the way.
 In short time we found ourselves facing a vast expanse of grass -- a sea of green for an urban area -- where many years ago three Victorian homes had once stood tall. I've not been to "The Field" at that time of day before so was surprised at the number of animals picking and grazing together out in the open. My dog seemed a bit surprised too because he stopped to stare across the street at the field and then look up at me as if to say, "wow". We moved slowly down the sidewalk so as to not startle any of the ravens, chipmunks, squirrels, and groundhog.

Raven feather graphic from original art by Tree Pruitt.
 I don't often get to observe the ravens being so relaxed. A couple of years ago this murder of raven moved in and had such a battle with the crows that had been here that it caught the attention of local media for a time, so these ravens are usually on guard. Today though a number of them were casually enjoying the bounty of old corn cobs that someone had tossed over there after a grill-out. The one that was obviously the sentinel for the group walked with us on his side of the road for a few paces, feeling us out for possible danger. I closed my eyes, nodded, and did my best to send out the energy of appreciation. I think it's important not to just send a big ol' metaphysical blast of LOVE at creatures because the sensation can be misinterpreted; Doesn't a cat when it's hunting just LOVE a juicy birdie? You get my point, and so did the raven because it returned to stand back with the others. So much smaller than the Pacific ravens I knew many years ago when I lived on the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State -- only a third of the size -- but still large gleaming black beauties!
 Sparky and I crossed the street further down so as to offer the least disturbance to those who were feeding. We do have a slight history with the squirrels -- a bad chasing habit -- so they took off in a run before our feet even hit the grass. I expected the ravens to erupt into a cloud of caws and wings, but the sentinel only gave us a haughty upward nod as if to say, "HUMPF! Do you think we're a bunch of simple CROWS?" They continued to feed and playfully toss corncobs at each other while we moved to the taller grass at the back of the field.
 Sparky did his business then began to casually chew some of the tender grass sprouts, so I decided to plop to the ground for a while. Clear from the shade of any nearby trees, the Earth felt warm and happy underneath my bottom. I soaked up the Sun from above and felt the sleepiness of waking washing away from me much better than I had from the still half consumed first cup of coffee waiting at home. Everything was so peaceful that gradually the squirrels began to creep back down from the trees to return to their claim of the corn. One of the ravens tossed a cob far into the air so that it landed away from the group, as if to keep the hyper squirrels at bay. Sparky sat down next to me in the soft mown grass, and for a while we stared off together at nothing; It was glorious!

 Eventually the dogs shaking body brought me out of what felt like a trance and I realized that not only was he panting but I was slowly becoming covered in sweat. We'd sat there for so long that the light had shifted and the heat of Mid-day was starting to catch us with full force! Getting up to move into the shade of a large old mulberry tree offered us relief, but again did not stir the nearby ravens. I knew this bunch as being watchful and distrusting, so I felt it a great honor that our presence was accepted with such silence! Wandering under the shade I allowed my canine partner to sniff at will while our corvid companions began to creep closer. The birds moved in so very near to us that I'm sure to passersby on the street they all must have all looked like leashed pets! I clicked softly and the sentinel bobbed its head while clicking softly in response. I have to admit that I was feeling a bit like Snow White at that moment with my animal friends surrounding me so. Inwardly, I felt the rhythm of The Seven Goddess Chant stirring... Isis, Astarte, Diana, Hecate, Demeter, Kali, Inanna. For quite some time all of us creatures in the field wandered together in a slow wave of the start of a hot Summer day.
 Gradually the feel of the energy began to shift. I noticed that the sentinel was facing a different direction while holding its head alert. Without breaking any of the calm two pairs of silent wings lofted to a perch high above the field -- the look-out post. I smiled because it certainly felt as if my feathered friends were also looking over me, and I knew from past raven observations that two scouts are always sent to confirm a possible danger. I was enjoying the opportunity to watch the same types of behaviors from ravens that were thousands of miles apart from those I'd observed before yet exactly the same in kind. I was not disappointed by the next set of actions.

 From the tree tops the sentinel bird began to caw loudly in a staccato pattern. The second scout bird returned to the ground while flapping its wings making great noise. The sentinel too flew off with a large amount of flapping noise but moved away in a direction the rest of the group would likely soon follow. Now the scout on the ground issued forth a series of caws that was very strange -- a broken staccato with particular pauses that was similar to one long stuttered caw; Odd, yet the pattern seemed familiar. I swiftly searched my mental files, but before I could place what that call might mean the sound changed for a moment to one that I knew for certain... people are coming. Sure enough just a few seconds later I heard voices from the railroad tracks off to one side of the field. Corvid communication confirmed.
 I smiled while still wondering the meaning of the strange call that the raven had returned to with added gusto. In a flash of black diamonds all of the birds took flight into the sunlight at once, following after the sentinel as I'd suspected. Then I heard an engine with metallic clanking sounds approach, and from behind the tree line I saw a truck on the railroad tracks! It was noisy and unusual, so certainly worthy of the caution the ravens had shown, but now I remembered the meaning of the call! I've always had the habit of walking near railroad tracks, and back when I lived in the Pacific Northwest a similar type of truck would often drive along to police the tracks for debris; it's a pick-up with rail wheels added to the sides. I'd not seen one here before, and indeed had not seen one at all in many years. These raven here in Indiana gave the same type of alert call as did those back in Washington State when this type of vehicle would approach! Language use among animals is not unknown, and not just in dolphin... even regional dialects of some bird species are actively being studied these days, but to experience the communication so clearly was a true joy! The raven here have never given me an opportunity to observe them so closely, and I can't help but feel as if we made friends. I can't state exactly what that call means to the raven, but if I hear it again I'll bet anyone standing near me a cool twenty bucks that the truck will be coming!

 I left the field today with my coffee cup still in mind but also with a much greater sense of connection to the ground under my feet and the larger world around me. I'm not ready to adopt the morning walk into my personal routine, but I sure was glad for its addition today. I totally enjoyed chillin' with those cordial corvids! Now I'm home and typing this with my loyal coffee cup beside me and dog at my feet. New-Age music is playing while tendrils of incense smoke waft through the conditioned air. Perhaps when the day grows late, and the ravens take up their evening post in the tree tops outside my home, I'll step outside to say hello to my feathered neighbors.
Portion of a painting with raven by Tree Pruitt.

May your days too be filled with many little blessings!
-- Tree

Moon to Sun Handfasting Chant

Hold fast your two hands clasped,
Let none but the Gods pull them asunder!
Jump the broom,
All hail the Moon!
Then dance a couples own delight.
Greet the Sun when morning comes
With hands and hearts held tight!

Moon to Sun Handfasting Chant and digital art image copyright by Tree Pruitt.

Feet Feel Psychic Energy Too

I'm tempted to blame it on the heat today, but I do believe that I just had a right fine little paranormal experience. Have you ever encountered energy with enough pow to make you feel genuinely sick to your stomach? I've sensed things that made feel as IF I might, but it backs off slowly before crossing the line and is a sensation that I recognize as feeling a strong spirit presence. Travelling on foot today I was nearly overwhelmed with nausea as I began to cross a street. I quickly assessed my health; I wasn't sweating a lot. I was hot sure, but other than heat there shouldn't be a reason for me to get ill -- I know my body. I said uh-oh to myself and paused. I suppose now that I was indeed overwhelmed. My mouth began to water & I was sure it was going to happen... in the middle of the road in public! I assessed that I must indeed be having a heat issue for such intense nausea to hit me so quickly. I had to get out of the road! I wasn't frozen in place, but I didn't feel like moving either. A man suddenly grabbed my arm to pull me to the side of the road. The nausea was gone as fast as stepping in a doorway to drop a blowing wind... poof! There was no lingering sensation other than being hot and now slightly confused.

 The man said, "Damned it woman, you can't just stop in the middle of the road like that... you Sensitives gotta be more careful!"

 Shocked, I looked into the eyes carried within Sun ragged red skin. "You know?" I queried.

 He replied with a shake of his head, "Ain't nobody has a reaction like that without knowin' that they have reactions to things like that! You were standing right on the spot."

 With that statement my understanding became solid. I wasn't having a heat stroke. I've crossed that road hundreds of times since a person was shot to death while doing the same thing a while ago now, and I've never gotten more than a bit of anxiety that could be attributed to simply knowing that such a terrible crime occurred underfoot. Today however, according to this man, my feet fell into the exact spot where a person had been killed; boy did my Spidey-senses know it!

 "Well thanks a bunch", I said to him, "and I'll do better to step around that part of the road in the future."

 "Ya alright now then?" the man asked me. "Good. Get a car." He turned and walked away.

 I chuckled, but as I too walked away I got a cold chill... the kind of chill that says you are not alone. The situation lost its humor. I pulled up my wards around me and pocketed any curiousity of a non-living guest following me home. As soon as I did return to my house I promptly smudged thoroughly with sage, sending any lingering spirit back to whence it came. Doing my errands on foot today turned from Eco to EEK-oh; I didn't expect boots on the ground to shift into boos from the ground! LOL! Feet feel psychic energy too as hands do though. I will take more care crossing that road in the future, I'll continue my Eco-friendly habits, but as it so happens... I am in the market for a new car!

Crafted Triple Goddess Figures

It figures that at this time of year the Triple Goddess would once again be dominating my thoughts, with Beltane on the morrow. Today I finished sculpting the third of three little Fimo Goddess', the Mother, and tonight am preparing Her for final baking. The set of loosely formed figures includes the Maiden, Mother, and Crone in swirling stone looking clay, each holding a pristine genuine quartz crystal point. I prefer natural materials so I don't work with Fimo often, but here the durable product is great because the figurines can be touched or even played with in fun! I'm still considering how they will display when finished; I don't want to glue them down to a surface, that's for sure! I'm keeping my inspirational eye open for some display solution that will be natural and perhaps intriguing, just like the Goddess.
The Goddess is ever moving, ever changing, ever creating!

Check my store for these and other handmade witchy goods in the Witch Whats section.

Fall into Spring With Apple Wands

I'm excited to get to work with this new bunch of lovely apple wood wand blanks! I've just finished curing them after several months, and just like the life of Spring they are ready to emerge renewed. After non-chemical treatment over the Winter the colors are warm and rich, plus through heat tempering the wood has become very strong!
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Wands by Tree Blog

Apple wood wand with copper & emerald charm by Tree Pruitt, see store link.