Spiriting
I was raised
with the idea of spirit inhabiting everything.
Ask before you hug a tree. Apologize, asking forgiveness when you walk
on the grass and when you weed your flowerbeds.
As one of my Wiccan friends said, she needed to do a lot of apologizing to the
fairies and spirits for all the yard work she had done one day in early spring,
she was feeling the anger and grief for the disturbance from the fairies.
As we drove
home from the valley yesterday, well the man, my husband was driving while I gawked
in wonder at the display of clouds ringing the valley. My little body was
vibrating with the utter joy I felt, getting me caught up in wondering how many
cloud spirits it might take paint the sky with the mass of thunderheads I was
seeing. Back lit with the sunshine, my heart was stilled. Which lead me to wonder about fire spirits, how
many fire salamanders are needed to keep my little fire in our wood stove burning. What about the wild fires burning every year?
Spirits, billions and billions of spirits are inhabiting just the bodies of
human beings, animals, insects, plants and heavens know what we are
incapable of viewing with our eyes. It is easy to be overwhelmed.
Probably it
is not a good thing to dwell on it, the mechanics of what is going on around us
every single moment. I am constantly
amazed by myself. Egotistical? No, just
amazement for the body I have which in turn processes the good (a really great
salad) and bad things (okay, I ate four chocolate chip cookies. They were
homemade by the man. They had a bit of
oatmeal and whole wheat and all of the sugar and butter); I eat into a
breathing, walking, thinking bag of protoplasm. I mean Wow.
As a woman, I did an incredible thing.
I grew another creature inside my body.
Other than the initial hard work done by my husband and I in the set up
for the biology experiment, I really didn’t do much. I was lucky. The experiment now lives in New
York.
Spirit,
spirits. Miracles, sparking everyday
occurrences. Life. It happens, right? I
need to take more time out to feather dust my spirit. Let the sparkle
shine. Time to let some spiriting
happen.
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