When I first got up this morning I couldn't wait to get out in the field. Really wanted to see how the energy had changed for the volunteer windrow now that J's successfully removed all the Russian Olive trees that were a serious nuisance. Below is a picture from mid-afternoon yesterday.
The picture above is a close view of the group's Speaker. I know this because about a week ago one particular tree sitting slightly apart from the rest began drawing attention to itself. I am the speaker for my group. Usually I'd get this repetitive impression while I was deeply engaged in a garden task that couldn't be stopped mid-stream. Finally we got on the same wavelength.
I am the speaker! The tree's exuberance reminded me of Nancy Pelosi doing that slow smiling turn with the gavel in her hand just after the mid-terms.
"Hello. I, too, am the speaker for my group." I shook the rattle very quietly and then a bit louder. Its tiny white stones moved in a percussive slurry that quickly found its rhythm.
"Out here, where our groups meet their energies and purpose, this rattle is the speaker for your land's dreams and our combined heartbeat."
(to be continued)