... letting Mother Nature nurture and a Crow be my guide...

~ Let Mother Nature nurture ~

I’ve loved crows as far back as I can remember. My grandfather used to speak back to them. “Kaw Kaw”, he’d say. Whenever I hear them I think of childhood and my grandparent’s farm. In the distance, I could see a murder of crows sitting in the trees.  

I’ve had acquaintances consider them annoying and unpleasant. Considered song-birds, crows have a deep repertoire of melodies. They have even been taught to recite opera! I find nothing about them annoying. Years ago when I first moved to my townhouse, I looked up and saw a crow carrying a bagel. They make me laugh; I am always delighted to see them.

I’ve been thinking about crows because on my walk today I let Mother Nature nurture (one of the guiding pieces of advice for my Bat Fit practice). I walked a little over 4 miles to and from Woodland Cemetery. It appeared that along the way, a crow was following/ guiding me on my journey by flying here and there and landing on various trees along the way. (Thankfully he was just one or I may have started feeling a Hitchcock moment coming on :p ). Was he my guardian today?

The day is overcast and a bit dreary. The town and the houses along the way were quite festive and they lifted my mood. I passed by the train station that is still decorated with a holiday wreath. I noticed the beautiful red berries on the shrubs near campus. And, I stopped to snap a picture of the Elf door that one of the local merchants has added. Those boots are the size of doll’s shoes. Then once in the cemetery, I noticed how even the new section was decorated for the holidays. Mom says that people don’t visit cemeteries anymore. I beg to differ.  

 

Once I ventured into the older section with graves from the Civil War era, the crow disappeared. I guess this was where I needed to be.

It was a relaxing and reflective journey, and I arrived home to a house that smells like Holiday Bayberry candles.