The Daily Forest Report November 11, 2014 First Skiff
by nielskunze on November 11, 2014
“Sweet wind blowing through your sound…
There’s a great wind blowing through your soul…
A great wind blowing through us all…
A great wind blowing through us now…”
(Shamal by Gong from their 1975 album Shamal)
What a difference a day makes! One day I’m picking strawberry flowers and daisies, still eating fresh goji berries, and the next day it’s all frozen over and tinged in white! And… um… cold.
The remains of yesterday’s slain dragons reminds us of a past still shrouded in deep secrecy, but the serrated edge of mountains and hoodoos begins now to cut through the smoke and the mist, showing us our true footing… moving forward…
And in the cracks and crevices of civilization’s battered facade, a thriving energy inveigles itself, telling truth in the House of Lies.
Truth is equally at home in all aspects of illusion, finding purchase on the ledges and footholds of our most loving perceptions.
I had reported on Pack Rat’s nest weeks ago, but the dogs alerted me to the fact that he was home on this day. He was safely out of their reach but not the keen detection of their canine noses.
He had made his home nearly directly above the place where I’d buried the Dream Talisman– the beaver’s tail– at the base of the Purple Cliff. His energy rides the forefront of the wave sweeping through our spacious notions of change. Pack Rat’s energy helps us to thrive even in chaos as we easily see opportunity in the slow destruction of unworkable systems. He is so at home in disorder; it’s really rather enviable!
He’s not the tidiest housekeeper– something to which I easily relate– but ‘home’ is something carried inside– inviolable– no matter the outer conditions… very much like love unconditioned.
And, truth be told, I think he’s rather cute!
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