The Free Radical

Before anything… I am happy to report that the young girl who was rescued from Dutch Creek and airlifted to Calgary last week has been discharged from the Children’s Hospital in a state of perfect health. Phew!

And Hawk is still daily holding the vision for us as the guardian of the future… but she’s become less vocal, and somehow, more conspicuous.

And now… on to our main feature…

I like to lean in and smell the roses often, but lately, I’ve had to watch that my nose doesn’t get tweaked… or outright stolen! “Ha! Got your nose!”

Some say that Spider, with her hourglass figure and eight limbs is the symbol for infinity. I liken her more to a mobius strip… a mind-bending illusion. These very plentiful white spiders who lurk in the heart of the rose do not create ensnaring webs like other spiders. They just wait for their prey to come along in order to feast on nectar and perform their pollination duties… and then just outright grab them. No trickery required. At least it’s honest.

Spider, in general, created the first alphabet. And indeed, the illusion is woven with the subtle and binding threads of language. It is language– spoken, written, objectified– which holds the illusion of separation in place moment-to-moment.

But the White Spider who lives at the Heart counsels silence. Whatever is needed comes to the open heart in good time. Meanwhile, the fragrance of the open heart expresses its contentedness, so that waiting is less of a wait and more of a happy indulgence instead. We can leave the illusions of craft and guile behind now.

The whole Forest, and even the neighbourhood surrounding my home, has that wonderful spiced lemon smell of wild roses everywhere! Right now, you can’t escape it… but why ever would you want to? And every once in a while there’s a hint of cloves in the taste. I eat a lot of rose petals… and I’ve taught Sitka to eat them too. They tend to blow hearts wide open!