Sunday Safari

In October I carry envelopes in my pockets.
I never know when I will find seeds.
I never know when I will find a Spirit house.

I watch as the Bright Eyes Cosmos set seeds.
I watch as they dry in the Autumn sun.
It is the way of Spirit, seed to seed.

I watched as the bees pollinated the squash blossoms.
I watched as the squash grow into fruit.
I harvested for supper.
The Spirit of the squash lives on in the bee and me.

I am watching the chrysalis of the Black Swallowtail.
There are 15 in my house.
These are the Spirit Houses of the butterfly.

I hunt for Spirit Houses each October.

We drove through two very old cemeteries today.
We talked about Spirit Houses.

We talked about birds

and the way color is the Spirit of the leaves.

We talked about bugs and gargoyles.

We talked about symbols.

I think about Spirit.

I ponder life

and death.

I look for beauty for it is the language of the soul.

 I find cemeteries to be very beautiful.

It is the way the living honor the dead that fascinates me.

It is the sacredness of  roots
 and the way leaves dance that enchant me.

There are many stories in cemeteries.

There are many stories in my backyard.

We celebrated international
Observe the Moon Night last night.

We looked at the moon with about 125 others.
We went to the Powell Observatory.
They have a 30 inch telescope.

We had found the Observatory
while on an Artist date last week.

We have a date to go to the Observatory
for October 22 and the 29th.
Hope the skies are clear.

We have our telescope set up in our backyard.
We are learning the Autumn Night Sky.

I would love to see Nebulas.
These are huge Spirit Houses.

We are going to Cahokia
this coming week.
We will share these sacred grounds
with our dear friends.

We are also going to an Autumn festival.
We are sharing the Spirit of the season.
We are building on our traditions.

Happy Sunday Safari