Happy Birthday, Baby Crow!

keepingmydemonsatbayIt is 4:38 a.m.  The sky is daylight, enough to see by.  Our resident crow family is awake.  Baby Crow is singing.  Feed me, mama.  His needs and wants begin at daybreak.  I hear him all day.  He is big enough to feed himself, but he loves the attention that mom and dad and older sibling offer.  Connection.  Care.

Today, and every day, I am Baby Crow.  Feed me, I call to Source.  Words.  Ideas.  My writer’s heart is hungry.

I am always wanting to make something.  The creative heart that is me is always eager, excited, anticipating.  ‘’Yes!’’ is her answer to the ideas and the words that Source offers.

It is more than want.  It is the need to create, each day bring something new into being.  Feel energy and promise.  Feel idea that whispers ‘’I am love, let me play.  Let me be born.  I choose you, I choose your creative heart to receive and cradle me, give me form, give me beauty, and let me fly.’’

This is creation energy meeting and matching the energy in my heart.  This is potential felt, accepted and loved, formed through attention and grace to become alive here in this world.

You might say I am writing this.  I am the artist, writer, creator.  True.  But I do this in always-partnership with Source who is also Artist, Writer, Creator.  We meet and match each other, and spark life.

This is my gift on this day.  To hear Source whisper to me, ‘’Let’s play.  I choose you.’’  And my creative heart shouts back, ‘’Yes!’’  A gift to me.  A gift to you who reads this, and feels the words and the love that moves within them.

Happy Birthday, Baby Crow!  Let’s play!

The summer morning joy list

Blackbird Dance (desire)
Blackbird Dance (desire)

I’m outside this morning on the back deck.  Here in our summer home, writing my summer joy list.  All the things that fall into this moment like pearls on a string, in my lap to be played with, loved, enjoyed, relaxed into.

Yes.  Relaxing into summer.  Mmmmmmmm.

 

Morning sun, warming me, loving me.

Blue blue sky.

White clouds passing.

Wind in the trees and the grape vines, the kiwis and the lilacs.  Shaking the leaves and branches, whispering ‘play with me’ and ‘grow’.

Hummingbird on the clothes line, viewing his world, taking his coffee break at the foxgloves.

Baby crow on the rooftop, demanding, begging, ‘feed me’.  He started calling at daybreak.  He has been fed several times.  He’s still hungry.

Folding chairs unfolded, settled into with blanket and pillow.  Feet up, lap full of binder and loose leaf paper for writing.  Hand full of neon pink pen with pink ink (shades of Dr. Seuss).

Words.  Blessing and gift.

 

This is my summer morning joy list.

What’s yours?