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photos, spell, magical bird

Is it really past the middle of May?

Well, I took some of my own photos of the wetlands around here that I have been talking about. They are under the

This first one is of the tussock sedge and skunk cabbages.

This second one shows some marsh marigolds in front. I'm no good at closeups, so they're just yellow dots...

And here is a picture of the marshy area behind the undiscovered country. This is the area that was bubbling with frogs a few weeks ago. I still hear them in the evenings. When I came to take this picture, a duck flew up...

And now, a true story about a spell. It's below another

So my wanderings this morning took me to a rock that I had come to before, a nice big one for sitting on. As I came near, I saw something very bright and white on it--a piece of paper, it looked like. I went to take a closer look and discovered it was a spiral notebook, with a pencil stuck in the spiral part. It had been rained on and was soaked through. It was open, but the pages were blank. I closed it to the first page (there was no cover), and on that first page there was a spell of some sort. I can't remember all the words, but there were things like "within this space I am safe," and the four directions were mentioned. There were also words I didn't know that looked like elvish or some other language like that.

From the handwriting, I would say that someone between the ages of 10 and 15 wrote it. My own 10-15-year-old self was so excited to discover this person, who creates a magic space for him/herself on this broad rock, in the woods. But now I'm so much older--only my ghostly self of the past can be friends with that person, my current self is a parental figure to someone that age. How strange. So I drifted out of that place. I hope the creator of the spell comes back for the notebook. The fact that I've passed through won't stop it from being a private, special spot for whoever that person is.

And finally, a story about a magic bird, also true. The magic bird is an oriole. Orioles are so beautiful. Here is a picture from Google of one:

They have a beautiful call, and when they fly, their wings are golden colored; they look like a golden version of the Holy Spirit. When I see them flying, it's so unreal; not like an ordinary bird, but like a bird out of a story, like a messenger from somewhere else--like the Holy Spirit! When I first had a concrete imagining of heaven, I imagined an oriole leading me there.

Today I could hear orioles singing behind my wanderer's hut, and I looked, and there was a male and a female, calling to each other and flying. And then, suddenly, the male was on the branch right by my window, spreading his wings and singing, hopping from one twig to another, turning his head, and generally being breathtakingly gorgeous. All around there were other birds, too: catbirds, bluejays, robins, and crows, but in the center of my eyes was that oriole.


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May. 18th, 2006 12:02 am (UTC)
What four directions? East west etc;?

Have you heard of thin places?
Maybe where you found that notebook is a thin place.
Places where the veil between two worlds is thin. We live in two places at once...well this can explain it better.....

</i>.......This metaphor presupposes a particular way of thinking about God, of being open to God, as Presence, as encompassing Spirit, "in whom we live and move and have our being......That is, there is a non-material dimension of reality that is the kingdom of God, thus we always live in two worlds, and Thin Places are places where these worlds meet, where the veil between the two worlds is momentarily lifted. This may be specific places of pilgrimage, e.g., Jerusalem, but Thin Places is really a metaphor for the opening of our hearts to the spiritual, thus, Thin Places are sacraments of the sacred, which may be music, nature, silence, poetry, story, art, singing hymns, etc. Church worship is meant to create the thin place for us. Also devotional reading of Scripture, meditation, centering prayer, esp prayer of inner silence. Spirituality is about spending time in spiritual places...</i>
May. 18th, 2006 12:28 am (UTC)
Yes, those four directions.

I think yes, that spot must indeed be a thin place (a cool metaphor I had never heard before--thanks for that!). When you're in that place, you look around and see that you're in eternity; the kingdom of heaven is all around you.
May. 18th, 2006 09:45 am (UTC)

Thirty spokes share the wheel's hubs;
It is the center hole that makes it useful.
Shape clay into a vessel;
It is the space within that makes it useful.
Cut doors and windows for a room;
It is the holes which make it useful.
Therefore profit comes from what is there;
Usefulness from what is not there.

Toa Te Ching

Science says that nothing is solid...just molecules bumping into each other...there is a space between....I believe, it is the spirit of the Mother / Father God that fills that space.....that tiny, invisible "thin" space.

Nice post. Thanks for opening a moment in my day for reflection.
May. 18th, 2006 10:01 am (UTC)
And thank *you* for that lovely quote! I love Taoism :-) It is like sighing, a relaxing and a release--in a good way.
May. 18th, 2006 08:19 pm (UTC)
I learn so much about nature from you: through your words, your pictures, your eyes.
Thank you!

I love this notebook discovery, and I am so glad you didn't take it home, but left it there.
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