Today the sunset offered a bright blue sky painted with gentle, flowing, soft clouds. When I looked up, I it felt like I could see eternity if I looked long enough and hard enough. The wind blew cool and clean against me. My husband and I walked through the neighborhood and I repeatedly looked back onto the forest covered ridge that runs parallel to our main road. Between us and them, there was picturesque, open fields and a sense of purity in all things. My spirit felt so free in this beautiful country. We walked into a local EU football field and there we found the bright green grass perfectly maintained, like from a painting, yet no one was there. Standing upon what looked like a green tapestried spring mound, overlooking the field was a tree, which we promptly and with out ceremony sat under, both watching and hearing the wind bristling and moving the leaves and branches. Looking around, the tender, carefully cut grass was covered in daisies… daisies I remember from my childhood. Perfect little things that spread their petals wide, inviting the sun and all that would walk by, “Look at me!”. I did. I picked one, thanking the earth and knowing how hard that plant had worked to make that one tiny daisy and twirled it in my fingers. Before I knew it, I was remembering my children when they were so young and how good life was then. I remembered why I loved being a pantheist and pagan. I remember rediscovering the world through their eyes and how beautiful and epic every small thing was. “Look at this rock mommy!” and I would and we would talk about it.
It was a very good day today.
Love, light and Blessings to you all.
Moro
Shamanic Dreams of a Pagan Earth 