left behind

Each and every day of our entire lives we leave behind us a trail, 

an energy,  DNA, whatever.  

We move forward, on in life and yet a part of stays. 

For years we held a circle here in our home, on the lawn, in the yurt.  

Many people came on a Sunday afternoon and sat and talked, ate and left.  

They left a bit of themselves, their energy, spirit whatever you care to call it.  

It remains.  

Some of these people who sat with us have moved on to other places

 and some have left their earthly bodies, yet I know they still walk with us 

as do the cats, the dogs, the butterflies that have been here.  

That is such a reassuring feeling knowing that we and all others are still a part. 

Being one with all we are knit into this fabric of life.

Our little brains have a hard time holding on to this.

There is much that is bigger than us. 

Perhaps we should not think too hard, just be and believe

 and enjoy.

 

truely I believe

I was looking at Percival Periwinkle the other night and the light dawned.

Do you believe in magic and miracles?  

I do.

I believe in things unproven like fairies, time travel, spirits,

and

unicorns.

I have often felt if I looked at the right time I would see a unicorn in the fields.

They are out there.  Maybe like Brigadoon they are hidden in the mist.  Maybe it is just timing.

Why do I know this?  No clue.  Just do.

Percival Periwinkle came to me last summer/fall when I was mowing the fields.  Well actually I was mowing one of my overgrown path's in Joey's field.  Mowing, mowing and I spotted a wee fuzzy that was there in the middle of nowhere.  We have 80 acres, Joey twenty. This was way far from the house. O my my I thought.  This is wonderful!  This was a cute oh so cute new friend who I put on the mower with me and after finishing mowing I headed home.  

Got home! no new friend!  He had poofed.  I searched, retracing my mowing from pick up to home.  

You must understand that this is way tricky as I don't mow straight.  I am a creative artistic mower.

It took me days to refind my cute oh so cute friend.

Took him home and gave him a bath as he smelled like pee, fox pee?  dog pee?

Not so cute that!

He improved immensely, but he is a little bedraggled. Tough world out there.

How did he end up in the field and how long has he been there?

No clue.

My cute so cute purple friend has been hanging out on my bed upstairs

 until I recently  decided he should join me downstairs in the Ritchie Shunka bedroom.  

It was then that I decided a name was in order and after many starts a name was found.

Percival Periwinkle just perfect!

While feeding the Shunk the other night I was looking a Percival 

peeking out from behind the pillow and the 

light went on.

Why had I not seen this immediately?

Just take a good look at Percival and you will get it.

UNICORN  one horn is the translation.

There was a unicorn in the field.  In the middle of nowhere a Unicorn appeared 

Percival.

The field is probably full of them that I had not seen,

BUT One appeared and came to me 

because I believed and now is my friend.

Truly I believe this.

Nuts you say. Nuts to you say I.

If you believe positively and full heartedly, 

it is.

I believe in miracles, magic and unicorns and so much more.

Blessed be.