Witnessing and the need to know more...

I started at 8:00 am....picked up the dog poop and then some sticks, had some sale papers with the lighter and started a fire in the fire pit.   The smell right away answered with a resounding Yes in senses.

Raking began and I was so thankful for the yoga I'd been doing and thankful to be out in my back yard tending to it's needs...  I'm standing from the studio deck taking this picture.

I was brought to many times as I was growing up the yard and tending to it from a place on Woodward Ave to Elinor Street both in Downers Grove...it was cutting the lawn, tending to the garden and raking the leaves... When our children were younger they also played in the leaves and had a great time.   I'm really thankful they had that experience.

The calling yesterday to spend the whole day out there was so strong and I'm so grateful I listened to it...There is such a part of us that needs that connection.  Well I think I need it what I should be saying but when I'm out side and tending to simple mundane tasks there's a overwhelming feeling of belong to a long line of others and that tended to the good earth under their feet..

My hands ache, my back and legs and behind are also talking to me but I wouldn't have traded yesterday for anything...I witness the sand hill cranes come over...I'm a little passionate about them...it's like the right of passage for us both...being in tune with nature and all that is good really has me...in the spring you will hear about me talking about them and every fall...And if I have time I stop in to the Crane foundation in Baraboo WI and see them even closer...

one things leads to another and I want to learn the meaning of the Crane in one life....connections lead me to The Decemberist Band and this video with Colin Meloy...I do love when one can go on an adventure and see where it can lead you.. now I think I need to listen more to the this band...


Tales- The Crane and The Otter...Assinibone Legends
Some birds lay eggs early in the season, some later, but the crane is the last to hatch. When the young ducks and geese were flying away to a warmer country, the young crane was still too weak to fly. Winter was approaching. The mother-bird asked Otter to keep the bird for her during the winter; in return she would reward her in the spring. Otter kept her ward in a warm hole. Once Osni' (Cold) came to the camp, killed Otter, and carried off the young crane to his home, where he made him stir the fire for him with his bill. He was never allowed to go anywhere else. He was starving and became ugly; the fire burnt his back, so that the crane's skin is of a reddish-brown color now. In the spring, when the south side of the hills was warm while the northern side was still frozen, the young crane knew his mother would return soon. He went into the sunshine and called her. He continued to do so later in the spring. Osni' cried, "Come in here, stop that noise, my grandson." The crane cried all the louder. Osni' pursued him and nearly caught him, when suddenly a clap of thunder was heard and the lightning struck Osni' and tore him to pieces. The Crane was there, and asked her young one how he had been treated during the winter. He told her that Otter had treated him well, while Osni' had abused him. The old bird looked for another otter, and said to him, "Henceforth the cold (osni') will never kill you." Thus she paid the Otter for his services. This is why the Otter can live in the water throughout winter without freezing.

a bit more about the Cranes on the Spiritual side of things which I'm very much draw to... have you every had that happen to you where you just need to know more...well that's what happened this morning...