Rise to Meet the Dawn

my friday afternoon walk gave me an incredible gift.

not long before dusk, branch jumping a red cedar, i saw an eastern mountain bluebird.  a brief visit, a few fleeting seconds, i was dancing happy.  sadly no picture, it’s sweet little self was quick to fly away.

my woodland walks are spiritual, i am momentarily “away from the maddening crowd”.  solitary surrounds me, i feel insulated of the daily world.  i feel the oneness of our universe.

doing research i found several American Indian tribes consider bluebirds sacred.  they are thought to “carry the sky on their backs”. 

Navajo tribes have a song about the bluebird thinking them a form of the Great Spirit bringing morning.

Isn’t this simple song a great way to honor the morning?

“The Bluebird Song is sung to remind tribe members to wake at dawn and rise to greet the sun:

Bluebird said to me,

"Get up, my grandchild.

It is dawn," it said to me.”

life is good here in woods just outside of Eureka Springs, Arkansas. 

i hardly notice the 100 degree temperature.  ;-}

❤

red cedar branches

resources:

Bluebird Photo by Steve Creek

Bluebird Information

Further Information Wikipedia

red cedar photo and edits

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