The first day of spring came with the shrill cry of my grackle friend from the top of the bird feeder. This is the third year he has greeted me, with his green iridescence on black. There is a group of them who come and go, but he is my loner. He comes to feed and to see me, watching me as I watch him, delicately balancing on one side of the bird feeder he is so much larger than. He tucks his tail feathers under him, resembling the rune Ken, a crooked 'c'. He then spreads those feathes out in a large rectangle to counterweight his perch. And he dances at my delight in his ingenuity. Other grackle kin will join himfeed and fly away, and he runs his beak along the feeder sill to push seed down for those not as graceful as he.
He is my treasure, and with him comes the crocuses and the shoots of tiger lilies, and sun to warm the earth for seeds to grow food for our home. As Grandmother Bear leaves her cave and Sister Snake wakes to a warming world, I send you Equinox blessings.
The warm breeze smells like earth and growing things. I don't remember it smelling like spring last year, and I am grateful for the currents that filter through the house. I am grateful for the trees across the street that seem to have sprung leaves overnight.
I am trying to prepare myself for the next task, and not worry about my bum leg right now. Not even the constant pain can tear me away from the bumblebees and the cardinals at the feeder. I should be packing for Rites. I should be studying the ritual for Rites. I should be doing the dishes. I should be doing a lot. But, today, it is the Earth who has my attention, in all of Her unfolding glory.
Love and blessings from our house to yours.
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