A house wren shared it’s JoY with me this morning,
trilling from deep in its chest
at the tippy top of a purple plum tree.
Then a mystical bird song from deeper in the woods
–one I’ve not been privileged to before–
reminded me of the haunting flutes
from the plains of the West.
Magic appears when you become still enough
to be with it.
As I walked to the mail box I saw 3 scattered pieces of Oak branches, only six or so inches in length. They caught my attention only briefly but as I continued on, they played out their meaning in my mind. When I walked back I picked them up and searched out two more companion pieces. I knew they would be the star in the center of this weeks mandala. It was a beautiful albeit windy day so I made the mandala in the garage, trotting back and forth into the woods and the yard in search of supporting materials for my design.
It’s funny how they come into being. A simple walk to the mailbox birthed Gathering Stars Mandala.
Happy Mandala Monday!!