The Daily Forest Report February 27, 2015 Eagles, Coyotes and Lots of People

by nielskunze on February 27, 2015

Partings

Partings

As the curtain opens on another day, Earth-life, for the moment, seems to exist at a distance. Everyone and everything seems slightly removed.

Eagles have been seen circling and playing above the north bank of the river, just beyond the hoodoos. They see me and I see them, but the camera has great difficulty tracking moving targets in the sky at full zoom and auto-focus. The feeling is that they’re drawing me forward, onward… outward, but they’re not quite ready to interact more personally.

DragonFlight

DragonFlight

Even mythic beasts disguised as clouds hide behind their glamour of magic, circling at the periphery of awareness, awaiting some central revelation…

Chin Up!

Chin Up!

At my feet, the evidence of Coyote is everywhere… in prints and poop. The theme for this whole year is the ‘unmasking of the Devil,’ and Coyote energy is the very same trickster energy associated with the Devil. Are there betrayals knocking even at my own door? Can I not see what is immediately before me, for all my far-seer’s gaze into the distance, assembling the big picture?

Aquarium

Aquarium

Am I a captive in the fish bowl, caught in the unawareness of my most intimate surroundings? (Fish know next to nothing about water– though you might expect them to be experts.) What am I taking for granted? What is so obvious that I can’t even see it?

Artist's Choice

Artist’s Choice

It’s impossible to get tired of the view. I wonder how many artists have painted these hoodoos, how many photographers– amateurs and professionals alike– have paused to snap this pic?

Hoodoo's Secret Garden

Hoodoo’s Secret Garden

But there are many secrets here, unaccessible to the casual observance of tourists and ‘patrons visiting the zoo.’ The territory of my daily walks in the woods is overlaid with the fresh prints and tracks of human incursions on a continual basis. They are being drawn here like never before!

Incursions

Incursions

Down in the river valley, Dutch Creek too steps out of its normal confinement, making incursions toward my well-worn path…

There’s something here, thinly veiled, awaiting the right revelatory moment… I can feel it.

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