Hello Bluebird, it's you my old friend, sing in the trees.

I've missed you dearly.

The last time our paths met, we were bound by cold breeze, 

saying goodbye to Mother as she drifts to sleep for a season's time.

It's so good to see you. I hope you don't mind if I stand here. 

Watching you dance in the rain brings out the beauty in the world.

I indulge myself in grass, a morning ritual.

Open my mind. Tune in to the eye and close the others, listening to the rain fall.

Listening to you, bluebird, singing your song.

You see, Spirit told me to look for beauty in everything.

He told me to find it and share it with the world.

So I Look up to the sky, the clouds greet me along their eternal journey  

Something whispers, 

keep looking.

Spiritual Warrior. Elevated Mind. The beautiful Pine.

She waves back and forth in the warm March breeze. 

Dancing with you, listening to your song. 

Pine is happy. Her branches sway. Revering the rain as God nourishes her soul. 

God nourishes mine too.

Let this be a reminder.

We are one. What beats in me, dances in you. 

I am amazed by your glory and my eye open to your wonder. 

Your song, confirmation. Asé. 

I ask to be cleansed and I let go. 

An invitation from Mother but a gift from God.