I sit on the mountain caressed by a breeze fragrant with pine and I ask the blessing of the morning sunshine until the long purple twilight until the full moon lights the pine forest.
I ask the protection of the nine joys of the forest:
The fragrance of vanilla Jeffrey pines
The tap of the woodpecker
The squawk of a Stellar jay
The grace of the long brown grass
The joyful yellow of the flowers of the rabbit brush
The trill of a tree frog
The buzz of the evening crickets
The dance of the oak trees
The whooshing of the trees in the wind
I thank the woods for the protection of the day and of the night from rising of the sun to the setting of the full moon
Queen of Cups
Greeting the dawn, often alone, the heron is reputed to be gifted with psychic perception and reflection. The guardian of many esoteric secrets, it is said to stand at the gateway between life and death and to act as mediator on the soul’s journey to the Celtic Otherworld and reincarnation.
Someone able to be still enough to receive gifts of wisdom.
Tendency to day dreaming and over-passivity.