Our dear fox friend skipped by this morning on his merry way to find food and warmth in the forest. Oh, what a wonder to see a fox! How beautiful, stunning, and simply elegant to watch him twist and turn around with merriment!
Yes, assuming the he rather than she (it’s simply a pick to help write with consistency), it’s a marvelous sight to behold when a splash of color reveals itself against the bright snow. We call him Rusty.
Rusty shows up at the silliest times, and he is both active and a magnificent statue for whatever the moment calls for. Not long ago, while our hounds roamed the fence sniffing the wind, but not finding the creature making such scents, I saw him.
Once the dogs were safe inside, I glanced around as I stood on the porch, something we dreamers do, I noticed a figure sitting in the tall grass. With his puffy tail out, he could have been smiling at the silly dogs unable to find him, especially since they are fenced in.
He was on the outside; I can hear him laugh! They were on the inside. What fools!
Exploring, hunting, playing, all the daily musings of foxes. Special creatures they are. The magical quality is inarguable for us who treat nature as our friend. Rusty is a friend, as are the cardinals who greeted us today in our wild garden.
The signs of love are all around, even when we are unsure of where we are in this journey. From the trees, I hear ancestors call . . . “Stay a while in the forest – keep us company”. How beautiful a thought, when I imagine a fox from long ago scampering through a community of resilient, Earth-honoring people. There is evidence of their lives all around if you look. It’s the looking where you find the stories deep in your soul.
It is because of encounters with nature I turned to channel write in the quiet of the evenings. I say prayers to the elements, our air, fire, water, and Earth, wash away all that no longer serves, and close the evening with gratitude.
I write to music after I call upon my generous and all-knowing nature guides and ask what it is I need to know. Try it! You may find you “know” more than you think.
So tonight, as I give thanks for my warm home, I will ask for Rusty to find a safe and warm place. I will give gratitude for his presence and the birds who say hello while I gaze out the cold window.
Be well, be warm, and give thanks.
With love,
Geraldine