It 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!