A collection of pictures from my wanderings this Fall.
I have this thing for liminal spaces. Coast lines, shores of rivers and lakes. I adore bodies of water but I also have this abject terror of them at times, it’s strange. He’s a bunch of shots from today. I felt compelled to spend some time by this creek. There are also some shots from other spots that called to me on the way home.
Heard Norther Flicker calls
Yesterday was the Celebration of Life for my cousin Mark who was tragically killed while at work a couple weeks ago. I’m not ready to write about it yet but I wanted to record a few notes on the day before they slip my mind.
- On the way to the ferry I asked An Mórrígan and Odin to be with me and give me strength. I started to ask Odin if He was with me, then changed my mind, decided to trust and just asked that He give me strength and if it wasn’t too much trouble if he could give me a sign that He was about. A minute or two later I saw a Bald Eagle sitting on top of an old farm building. A minute after that my Mom spotted a pair of them which I managed to see also before we drove past.
- A good 15 minutes down the road I saw a young Golden Eagle, sitting on a road sign if I remember correctly, a very nice clear view since He was so close to the car.
- It began to rain heavily just before the service started, as if the skies were weeping for Mark
- During the service there were some major technical glitches with the slideshow, both my Father and I both said it was Mark messing with things, it’s totally something he would do.
- He was most definitely with us
- About an hour into the drive back down to Nanaimo to catch the ferry I saw a VERY large Raven sitting on top of a conifer. This pleased me immensely
- The Seas were particularly calm on the way home, this seemed significant, not sure why
- I was VERY glad my Husband convinced me to bring our Son. He helped me and everyone else deal with the grief.
I will be writing a full post on Mark and his passing. Just not sure when.
I’m not sure of I dreamed it or if I actually heard the Barred Owls hooting away last night. Either way it made me happy.
I had a baby crow when I was 17/18. I only had him for about a week before he died. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. I came home from work and my Aunt and Uncle were sitting in the living room with my Mom, grinning. They told me they had something for me and pointed to a box. I opened it and this little baby looked up at me. I picked him up, my heart filled with love already. He cocked his head and looked at me and then hopped onto my shoulder and buried himself in my hair. I named him Talu, possibly spelt Tallu. That was the name that came to mind. It might not even be spelt like that, that’s how it sounds. I was heart broken when he died. He had fallen out of a tree so I’m sure he was wounded internally. I still wonder sometimes if he starved to death. I was still in high school and working full time. My Aunt and Uncle (who raised birds for sale) said they would care for him. What made his death even worse was that they just dumped him into the garbage can. I retrieved him and gave him a proper burial. I still have some of his feathers. I almost forgot his name today as he came to mind. I was looking through artwork of An Morrigan. I wanted to write a post about the little one so I don’t ever forget. Much love to my little soldier. The picture below isn’t actually of him. But it’s pretty close.
October 31st, 2012: Crows, Black Capped Chickadee’s, Black Squirrel
November 1st, 2012: Black Capped Chickadee’s