“Aspen leaves of gold
Bid adieu to languid laze
Winter’s at the door.”
“Messages that are beyond space and time are nestled in the midnight wings of the Raven and come to only those within the tribe who are worthy of the knowledge.”
At the request of a Raven request this morning, I returned home and respectfully buried a hawk that had crashed into my window and died yesterday. Cleansed with the smoke of sage, his body was returned to the earth and his spirit released to soar among the clouds of the sky world.
What's on my mind...