While thinking about what to post for this week's prompt I realized that I have been blessed by several animal spirits in my lifetime, (along with the entourage of muses.) One summer evening after sunset it was a coyote, in the middle of a road, under the mystical glow of a street lamp. Of course I had that instant reflex of needing to take out my phone for a photo, but I resisted. Instead, I allowed myself to "just be" in the wondrous moment.
She and I -- I don't know for a fact, but I believed she was female -- paused, our eyes met, and then we journeyed on our separate ways. During our brief encounter I felt this spirit guide had assured me that all was well and life is as it should be.
Throughout my decades there have also been seasons of hawks and roadrunners and rabbits and owls... and cats. But one of my favorites, in memory, are several springtimes of mamma robins bringing their adolescents down from their nest, into our backyard, teaching them to fend for themselves. I felt honored that our backyard was a safe space for learning.
And then one spring, the robins with their babies stopped coming. It was our first Silent Spring. (I'm finding it hard to find animal spirits these days.)
I shot this photo through my bedroom window, the spring before the last. These teens were mesmerized by the blue fairy and I was mesmerized by them. I'm thankful that this time I grabbed my camera.
This photo is too good, Ann! It reminds me of the miracles surrounding us all the time, and you captured a keeper. The tilt same of the heads here is uncanny. You are blessed in many regards!
I have read your story Hannah and agree that the photograph is ever so dear. It is also a dear thought that wild birds can be perhaps intrigued by a small statue of a tinkerbell-like fairy. Not far-fetched, that girl has wings too.