When we first moved here, quite often I would notice movement and sometimes actual figures in the near periphery of the boxes I was attempting to unpack. I felt no fear of these strange sightings, or powerless...but I remember wondering who they all were. And why were they converging on me?
Most were dressed in old-fashioned clothing...I recall one in particular who wore what appeared to be tan coloured canvas pants, thick brown boots, and a heavy, woollen brown coat. He was bent under a backpack tied to his back, and he carried a long, wooden stick...I can see him in my mind's eye now, as I write this.
He smiled at me when he appeared, for only a few moments. I smiled back. There seemed to be little else I could do...
But I was left shaking my head in wonder and awe, as his figure disappeared from sight. And eventually, I took the sightings for what they were...a true welcome to a part of the country I had not even visited before.
At the beginning, there was a flurry of sightings. After a bit, these began to fade and it became rare to catch a glimpse of these amorphous Spirits.
And so I felt perhaps the sightings were over, although I still continued to be conscious there were Spirits about. Even for the Cariboo,where wildlife is abundant, I managed to connect with an amazing number of wild animals.
And quite often, those animals did strange things, things uncharacteristic of a wild animal's behaviour. Each and every occurrence left me awestruck. I noticed my faith...my belief in a Universal connection to all beings...becoming stronger, even more deeply entrenched.
There are signs throughout the property of someone practicing their spirituality. Boulders in certain areas, within well-defined circles of smaller Stones, are palpable in their energy which radiates outward with great warmth towards the receiver.
I have found small Stones placed on stumps or Rocks. I feel, because of their placement, they denote East and West, North and South. Beyond this, what each Stone represents is left to the imagination and sure knowledge.
With the big, tall Fir trees surrounding our home, it feels like a natural cathedral, especially when Sun eases his long fingers into the Forest and caresses each branch...lighting it from within. It is very easy for me to see how there may have been ceremonies, ancient or otherwise, here, then...
I am not the only one, here in this home, who senses other beings. Our two Dogs become strangely cowed when a visitor(s) manifests. I know they see him/her; I have not, so far, other than very early on.
Nate, for example, has his experiences on a certain portion of the deck. There are times when he will not pass a very innocuous looking few feet, to come towards me. He becomes completely cowed, very anxious and whines desperately, all the while looking towards something in a totally abject way.
Not even a biscuit will make him pass that spot.
Lucky will, on some mornings when I awake, have anxiety and worry written all over him. On those mornings, Nate will look at me with deep thankfulness the dark night is through. And after I am up and about, they will settle and sleep for the rest of the day...unusual behaviour in itself.
It is as if they guard us on some nights; I can only imagine who they see...but I can feel leftover energy on those mornings.
The Spirits' energies are benevolent for the most part, but I have sensed there may be some which are not. And these are the ones who will make me smudge later in the day.
And there is a space on this property I do not like. It is dark, dank even on the hottest day. My main impression of it is one of blackness...I barely see the tall, thin Trees which attempt to grow there. For the most part, I avoid it. Better to leave it be.
As time goes by, I hope to have more experiences, here, on this magical Land. Each one is miraculous, each one has its own special blessings.
I am, in particular, looking forward to Hallowe'en, when the veil between planes of existence is thinner than usual. Who will make their energy felt this weekend?
My beliefs are not mainstream. I am grateful for the opportunity to live a life which shows me, on an everyday basis, my practice of spirituality is right for me... and with that, I am the recipient of an inner calm and peace.
For the most part.
Chasing bad Spirits away from our Dogs can tend to chip away at that peace, a bit!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
An Early Warning
Winter's early breath had frozen all plants which had been blooming merrily, without any thought of their forthcoming Death, when we arrived back home after our trip South.
The garden looks eerie...dead and skeletal Sunflower stalks rise out of the Soil with their leaves blackened and limp. Geraniums, once with such red, glowing flowers my eyes hurt to look at them, are now withered and brown. It looks like a set for a movie about Hallowe'en.
I remembered to say goodbye to the late blooming plants before I left on holiday. And when the weather forecaster warned the temperatures were -15C, here in the Cariboo, I was glad I had. I realized then there would be no more home-grown beauties I could cut for the indoors.
It was still a shock, on my return. How quickly Mother Nature takes my efforts and destroys them! In the window boxes, dark, slimy vegetation has taken over the once sprightly blooms, making the house look abandoned and rather frightening.
It felt like a welcome home gone wrong.
It did not take long for the shock to recede...we live in the middle of the province, in the dry, cold, high interior, after all. What else could I expect? It is the way of things, here.
There will still be a few warmish Days, before Winter blows in for good for a few months. During those Days, I will clean up the garden, also finishing the new beds I am in the process of creating. I could not pull out plants which were blooming heartily, before; now I look forward to cleaning them out. Nature has a plan in mind, after all.
And this urge to clean, to prepare for Winter, has also moved indoors. I am anticipating cleaning closets, which, during the Summer months, have somehow filled to bursting.
I wonder whether clothes procreate. Some of the items in the drawers are new to me, even, and I wonder when I bought them. Nevertheless, I am determined to have well-ordered drawers and closets in time for the full onslaught of Winter.
I imagine opening the sock drawer and finding just the perfect pair of warm socks immediately, instead of the wild searching I am doing at the present time.
With inclement weather arriving, it feels prudent to have the interior of our home just as sparse and spare as the outdoors. Summer Flowers on the dining table have been replaced by a selection of Gourds and small Pumpkins, denoting the season... and the only decoration to be seen.
Candles have replaced the wildly profuse greenery which graced each table surface. Candles are important and useful; they are required during the times electrical power fails, and they lend such a cosy ambiance, when Wind rages outdoors.
Autumn is like this. Just now, a ferociously powerful South Wind is pushing back the strong North Wind. Yet North Wind is implacable; he will be back, waiting and hovering just over the rise...
Even with the recent Winter warning residing in the back of my mind...I love, love, love walking with South Wind's breath full on my face. She is soft, caressing...she whispers her intent to return...
The Dogs are wildly excited, during this Morning's walk. They chase leaves, which blow about everywhere. Quickly, the ground is becoming a golden carpet. Just yesterday, I glanced out the window and was struck by the beauty of the red-brown-gold of the Saskatoon bushes on the far hill.
And so. Even with momentary disbelief upon my arrival home at the quick death of a garden, I can only think...
How perfectly and absolutely... beautiful and right...this time of year is!
The garden looks eerie...dead and skeletal Sunflower stalks rise out of the Soil with their leaves blackened and limp. Geraniums, once with such red, glowing flowers my eyes hurt to look at them, are now withered and brown. It looks like a set for a movie about Hallowe'en.
I remembered to say goodbye to the late blooming plants before I left on holiday. And when the weather forecaster warned the temperatures were -15C, here in the Cariboo, I was glad I had. I realized then there would be no more home-grown beauties I could cut for the indoors.
It was still a shock, on my return. How quickly Mother Nature takes my efforts and destroys them! In the window boxes, dark, slimy vegetation has taken over the once sprightly blooms, making the house look abandoned and rather frightening.
It felt like a welcome home gone wrong.
It did not take long for the shock to recede...we live in the middle of the province, in the dry, cold, high interior, after all. What else could I expect? It is the way of things, here.
There will still be a few warmish Days, before Winter blows in for good for a few months. During those Days, I will clean up the garden, also finishing the new beds I am in the process of creating. I could not pull out plants which were blooming heartily, before; now I look forward to cleaning them out. Nature has a plan in mind, after all.
And this urge to clean, to prepare for Winter, has also moved indoors. I am anticipating cleaning closets, which, during the Summer months, have somehow filled to bursting.
I wonder whether clothes procreate. Some of the items in the drawers are new to me, even, and I wonder when I bought them. Nevertheless, I am determined to have well-ordered drawers and closets in time for the full onslaught of Winter.
I imagine opening the sock drawer and finding just the perfect pair of warm socks immediately, instead of the wild searching I am doing at the present time.
With inclement weather arriving, it feels prudent to have the interior of our home just as sparse and spare as the outdoors. Summer Flowers on the dining table have been replaced by a selection of Gourds and small Pumpkins, denoting the season... and the only decoration to be seen.
Candles have replaced the wildly profuse greenery which graced each table surface. Candles are important and useful; they are required during the times electrical power fails, and they lend such a cosy ambiance, when Wind rages outdoors.
Autumn is like this. Just now, a ferociously powerful South Wind is pushing back the strong North Wind. Yet North Wind is implacable; he will be back, waiting and hovering just over the rise...
Even with the recent Winter warning residing in the back of my mind...I love, love, love walking with South Wind's breath full on my face. She is soft, caressing...she whispers her intent to return...
The Dogs are wildly excited, during this Morning's walk. They chase leaves, which blow about everywhere. Quickly, the ground is becoming a golden carpet. Just yesterday, I glanced out the window and was struck by the beauty of the red-brown-gold of the Saskatoon bushes on the far hill.
And so. Even with momentary disbelief upon my arrival home at the quick death of a garden, I can only think...
How perfectly and absolutely... beautiful and right...this time of year is!
Thursday, October 08, 2009
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, CANADA!
We're off to visit the family to celebrate Thanksgiving on the Coast.
Whether or not it is your country's day to celebrate and express your gratitude matters not.
I still wish you all a very happy, safe and warm Thanksgiving, wherever and whenever that Day occurs!
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