As I walked, perhaps for the last time in this beautiful forest, I heard a bird sing.
I remembered when there were no birds singing here at all. Moving to this area about seven years ago, I quickly realized after many walks in the forest that there were no birds singing, plus I saw no critters scampering about. Even though there were beautiful towering trees, fern and such. It seemed devoid of bird and critter activity. What I am saying was true for me; perhaps others did not have this same experience.
I walked daily in this forest, offering morning prayers of gratitude year after year, however the forest remained quiet…. dead quiet. So I became very curious and checked with a Native American elder about what could possibly cause this void and her answer: “stick people” which with further explanation sounded like a pretty malevolent energy. Other queries sought suggested: “It because it is a entrance area to a portal.” Interesting.
Then, slowly over the years, I saw life return with a bird flying to rest on a tree limb, or a coyote running behind some bushes. Slowly, I saw a change in the activity.
I wonder if the forest came back to life because of the people who walk there everyday who appreciate the beauty and wonder of it all. Was it prayers of gratitude and appreciation I whisper? I wonder if positive, loving thoughts sent out… have a way of changing the energy, so critters eventually return.
So today while taking my morning walk with Zen, I was grateful when I heard a bird singing in the middle of the forest, remember when the forest was void of song.
Then, came a different bird’s song. This one was from my favorite songbird. I do not know what kind of bird it is. This particular songbird started arriving years ago in May or June during their migration. Every year when they make their journey, oh how I enjoy their calling. How nice for this particular period of endings for me that they have arrived to serenade in this part of the forest.
Returning home, Benny & Joon (the resident Morning Doves) came and sat on the chain in front of the large patio door. “Chip” the chipmunk surfaced and ran around on the porch. He/she has not been around in weeks, nor Benny and Joon either. Even the resident bunny appeared on the porch, came over to the glass door, and looked in.
I deem their return, as a good-bye gesture, which in turn allows me to say goodbye. It is sad seeing them for the last time, as I leave them behind.
I do not know if in the immediate future, I will be in a position to have Internet access and write this blog.