A mystery bird with a call like a rusty gate has been lurking around the neighbourhood for the past 2 days. No sightings. Just startling hearings.
Spring Valley Sunset
This life, a blessing come
by turning to and from the star
that gives us morning
Excerpt from the song Morning
~Carolyn McDade, (c) 1998
Went to Carolyn’s song circle this spring – so much wonderful nature imagery!
The Rattle
The water running in the river
Is the sound of the rattleThe wind blowing through the trees
Is the sound of the rattleThe dry leaves fallen to the ground
Is the sound of the rattleAnd even in the winter, when the leaves are gone and the water frozen,
The wind blows across the hard crust of snow, scattering loose icy crystals across the surface,
and that, too, Is the sound of the rattleWhen you are feeling disconnected: lonely, despairing…
Take the rattle and some sweetgrass,
Go out, sit with it, and listen
And you will be reconnected with creation.*
These sounds in nature have a profoundly moving and soothing effect on me, every time I experience them. This teaching is a gift – giving a new way to relate and connect with these powerful aspects of this earth when I experience them. It is a gift to have a meaning (especially a nature-related one!) associated with the rattle when I encounter it in life now. Connection with nature here is a means of personal healing and integral wellness, which makes good sense to me.
*A half-remembered paraphrase of the rattle-maker’s lesson,
Given through the film, Gently Whispering the Circle Back, by filmmaker Beth Wishart MacKenzie
Set at Blue Quills First Nations College in St Paul, Alberta
First Robin!
They are late this year! Finally saw one perched on a neighbour’s chimney after the big rain earlier this week. In other spring signs – rhubarb is up. And this morning my dog enjoyed her first taste of new green grass for the season. 😉
First tree buds
At the neighbourhood park this week saw the very beginnings of buds at the branch tips of one tree – much further behind than this crowned glory, on March 31, who greets guests at the Blackfoot Provincial Recreation Area trail head.
Geese flying overhead all week.
River clear of ice yesterday.
Spring!
Spring sighting
Flock of ~10 migrating robins at Goldbar, seen during what is surely the final ski of the season. Gathered around water in a ditch and flitting among the tree branches – they are a welcome sight!
Spring Showers
Woke up this week to a winter wonderland – snowed all night and all day.
The world made new. Again.
A mouse lives near the entrance to the neighbourhood park. In the fresh snow on the remaining snowbanks she is busy tunnelling; across the bank, popping up and burrowing down again, leaving tiny holes in the snow. The fresh snow so soft and shallow her tunnel falling in behind her, leaving a path of churned up snow. Terminating at the heart of a leafless bush, stems offering protection from avidly curious snouts of canine folk passers-by.
A Blue Jay calls in the morning from the oak tree in a low buzzing rattle, ending in a middle-pitched *click* – a mating call?


