Birds and ground

 

Something that I am thankful for, is mother Earth. For the poetry of the birds, how they fly together in synchronized waves of motion, for their movent, and also their stillness. For their songs, and for their simplicity. How present they are with their music. A woodpecker at ease in the crevasse of tree. How they always seem to live in paradise wherever they are. A sunflower, a tree, the sky, in the cold of winter, and in the warmth of summer. You'll never hear one complain, no. They are beautiful. 

 

I am grateful for the ground. For the wisdom it holds. For its silent song. For its constant love, and knowing, and presence. Something we walk and live on, yet rarely appreciate. The magic of the earth. 

Last, last Saturday evening, I'd been feeling very much in need of getting in touch with the earth--- to find my own grounding. It looked like it was going to storm. But it was medium warm. Not too cold. So I set up my tent in my greenhouse. It took me many trips to get all my blankets out there. But I had decided to try it. I have missed sleeping in my tent. 

 

 My tent nearly took up the whole space. I put the door where I have my peppermint growing, and it smelled like the mountains. I wasn't sure I was going to freeze, but I decided to try sleeping way out there. And I'm so glad I did. As my greenhouse is right next to the chicken coup, I was curious if the chickens would noisy. But it wasn't. They sometimes make little sounds. But it was so calm. And so quiet, except for some occasional night sounds, and the roof creaking. 

It felt so calm, so peaceful. So quiet. And I felt quite at home, here, in the once chicken coup, greenhouse. 

I felt it rather funny, to be sleeping in a such a place. 

 It was so nice. I felt like the ground and I had missed each other. I could feel the earth bubble up love, and warmth. It felt so beautiful. Not cold. 

And although I didn't feel like I slept very sound, as it seemed the ground was talking, and loving me in its own way. Downloading me with love, and the real things, that matter. I felt re-charged, and so happy. So much more myself.  I could hear the geese fly overhead. And I got up to pee. :) And I looked up and got to see the clear stars shining through the roof. Then around five in the morning, it started raining. 

And my roof, well, started leaking on my tent, I had a cover on my tent, but it still leaked. so I moved my tent away from the leaky place. Went back to sleep, and woke up with my pillow and blankets very wet. I didn't want to go back inside. But the greenhouse was really, really leaking. And the roof was warm, and the rain had turned into snow, so it caused a lot of water to drip down.

But I am thankful for a warm night, and my little greenhouse. It was beautiful. Much like this song.