There is a wee path, a shortcut I take on my way to town. A brief interlude of semi secret vegetation.
I revel in the grounded earthy feeling of my footsteps on soil, stepping carefully over exposed roots and using jutting rocks as support against the steep slope.
This path opens out to a view high over a well treed neighbourhood and clear on toward layers of an inlet, more land, then the ocean, and still further on to a far away mountainous island faint against the sky where the sun often sets with the most glorious splendor. The sky ~ big, blue & bright, hung close with thick fog, or fast blowing low hanging clouds covering the towering mountain tops that bank this place. It’s always so beautiful. It always feels so good, right here, on this precipice partway down the mountain.
I stand here. At this opening. Compelled to stop & feel. To notice. To connect.
Behind me looms the trees of the hill, close against my back. Before me, this beautiful view. A magical place before I move into the bustle of cars & people.
Here, my eyes take in the gifts. Here my body brings in delight and fills up with it. Here my Soul connects to the Sidhe, the Fae, the Spirit of Earth Light. It’s a tangible & almost visible perception. Like little tingly sparkles rising up and around, rejoicing, laughing, dancing. There always seems to be bird song in the air ~ if you listen. There is much unseen here ~ if you pause to notice.
I leave offerings tucked under the Salal. Offerings to those who hold this space sacred while the odd pedestrian passes through. Blessed to be a part of this dance. Blessed to share the bounty of the elements, the directions, the Spirit of this place.
) to my Power Animal to ask what I can do today to keep me on my life & soul path.