Cat prayer.

When a cat prays . . .

In paradise.

I am deep in nature again. All I do is sit quietly around my house and the outdoors and absorb this intense bliss energy of this property, this vortex. I do that all day long, sometimes conscious and sometimes in a deep trance or a daze.

I actually get to live and sleep inside this bliss vortex and manifestation portal day in and day out. I know it is doing something really good to me. Being in Sedona was very challenging and not sweet, negative in a way. This place in Oak Creek Canyon is tremendously and powerfully sweet and lovely. The nature energies at their absolute highest.

I wake up to amazingly loud nature sounds (better than traffic). There is the fighting of ravens, the tremendously loud hoot of the peacocks right outside my window, the chickens and the two roosters at four o'clock in the morning, all sorts of song birds, the tree frogs, and the one sitting in my windowsill on the outside. If you have had tree frogs you know how loud those tiny critters are. : )

The peacocks and chickens belong to the neighbour and owner of the place. There are also two dogs and a goat that may come up and visit from time to time. The goat is not friendly and will buck and bite and eat the roses and I have been told to use the water hose on him if he shows up. That is the only thing that will chase him away. : >

There are of course, hummingbirds and hawks and all sorts of insects. The other day my cats helped me find a blind, tiny, little baby mole, a big, long toed lizard and an angry scorpion in the house. I have talked to the scorpions and the have retreated, thankfully. We have a huge colony of bees in a tree outside the front door and over the terrace. Massively huge. I can hear them buzzing from inside the house. : )

There is honeysuckle, several kinds of roses and many kinds of English garden variety flowers, together with desert plants and enormous cactus. Inside as well as outside, yes, really. There is a pretty sizeable koi pond inside the house in an atrium. You really have to see this place to believe it. There is SOOOOO much more, but I shall not go on any more.

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More strange animals in my backyard.

So, a couple of nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night from some strange noises outside the window. Two of the cats were extremely curious with their little noses against the window screens. I figured it was some coyotes sniffing around, but the cats didn't seems afraid at all and the noises were more like grunting and rooting around. Curious as I am I got up and tried to see out the window (there are no street lights in this town) and saw only shadows. There were several of what ever they were out there so I turned on the porch light and what do I see? A family of about 5 -7 huge pigs, or what I find out the following day, javalinas. The were just rooting around in the dirt next to the gravel and walking around as if it was their absolute perfect place, unafraid. And even with the porch light and a strong flash light shone upon them they just moseyed on calmly.

I am from northern Europe where we don't have such animals and I feel like I am in such an exotic place with all of this. What does it all mean??? It is a thrill to be so close to the wild animal kingdom here in the foothills of Sedona. Every night I am awakened by the large flock of coyotes that hunt around here, by their haunting and eery singsong echoing amongst these cliffs as if they were in a fancy recording studio. I wish to record these sounds. They are truly otherworldly and beautiful. There have been other places where nature sounds really called to me.

In Santa Barbara, I lived on the Sycamore creek on the east side, and each night during spring the creek's hundreds of frogs would begin to sing to the moon and it was magnificently loud and one would think disturbing, but the sound lulled us all into the deepest of sleeps. I miss that sound. It was beautiful. Or in the north of Sweden, in the fall, all the crows would caw outside in the tree tops at my grandparents farm, loud and lulling. Or the howling of the wolf in the far distance or the hooing of the owls back an forth. On Hawaii, it was the sound of the dolphins and the whales deep under water that moved me. At the beach we used to let ourselves sink down to the bottom of the ocean about 10 - 15 feet under the surface of the water and one could hear the sounds of both, the sound traveling miles on the bottom, on the sand. And of course, the night birds in Los Angeles, in Mar Vista. In the absolute stillness of the night one bird in the grove of some trees across the street singing so purely and all alone. How can one sleep? And on Gomera, in the Canary Islands of Spain, the strange sea birds that one never saw because they flew out to sea every morning to fish and didn't return to the cliffs until after night fall. They were huge, like eagles and made a totally otherworldly sound, loud and calling. I don't remember their name. But a strange call it was, loud since there were hundreds. And, of course, on any place on the coast, seagulls. A lovely sound, so comforting. I love the wild, always did.

My new beloveds.

Angelina Lucia - little angel of light.

In the wake of the loss of a great love, and because the kitten left over mourned with such power, and because I've always wanted to have a house full of animals, we went to the humane society. Of course, we wanted to adopt them all . . . but there was a tiny, tiny, sad and frightened kitten with soulful eyes, looking like she wanted to leave the planet. I love taking care of the wounded so we decided immediately on her. Then we found out that they were offering two for the price of one during that month so how could we pass up such a gift and I picked another one in the same window, a grey one of the bunch that kept pawing the glass and looking me deep into my eyes and squeaking silently. His eyes told me he had to come with me so I got him to.

Turns out they have now become lovers, boyfriend and girlfriend and the first kitten now also wants a boyfriend. Oh, well. Soon. The timid looking one, the white one, has grown to become the fierce fighter and dominate one in the relationship and the little boy is the sweetest, most affectionate, cuddliest, mama's boy ever. She's earthy and he's ethereal. All three of them play wildly together every morning and evening, each demanding a major cuddling session every day and sleep together in a pile. Animals make me very happy and make me feel so much love. It is great. Soon, in a bigger house, I will have more . . . and horses.

Buck - called on as Bucky, Bugsy, Buckaroo, Buckmeister, Buckiedoodle . . .

More tarantula.

I love Arizona.

The other day I let the kittens out into the garage for a while in the evening. They are too curious to be satisfied with space they already have discovered. After a little while I went to fetch them and saw a bark scorpion racing around in circles on the garage floor (fortunately nowhere near the kittens who were under the car). I put a bucket up side down over the scorpion and got the cats out of there. So of course I began to look around everywhere in the garage for more scorpions and found another just deceased and covered that one too, just in case (seen too many movies). As my house mate carries the wild and aggressive super scorpion outside into the field across the street I continue to look for scorpions on the floor around the house, and what do I find, a tarantula sitting on the vent. As we try to catch it it just crawls into the vent and hides. My house mate closed the vent and that's it for the night.

This morning, I was dreaming that there were lots of dead rattle snakes in this house I was in and one that was alive, a sort of pet for the house owners. There were also a lot of kittens there and the snake, which I awoke, was all over the place and the kittens loved to wrestle with it. I lifted away one kitten after another and as soon as I had removed one kitten another was on the snake playing with it. I got really nervous and grabbed a hold of the snake and it bit me on my elbow. As I am trying to make its jaws unhinge, I wake up. It's 5:30.

I hear a scraping sound in the room and somehow realize immediately that something's up. I look over and one of my cats is crouching by a large tree cone that's on the floor that they have been playing with for a few nights. I am suspecting that perhaps there is more to it (cats always discover things around the house, like bats in the stove fan and so on). I get up and what do I see but the tarantula from the other day. Turns out my house mate had opened the vent figuring the tarantula was not there any longer. Luckily this cat is not so rambunctious as the other two so I remove her and catch the tarantula in a plastic container.

So, this is cool. As I am researching on line this morning about tarantulas and cats I consider keeping it as a pet, perhaps. The tarantula got impatient and vibed me it wanted out. I tried to wait until my roomie woke up but decided to head its call and let it out. I carried it across the street to the field and let it out under a tree. It was very excited to find such great landscape and territory and slowly walked in under the brush.

So, I still have not managed to discern a message other that that scorpions warn me and possibly tarantulas want me to be open for the new as it comes and not force any of my own ideas onto it all, but to be receptive. I have had some experience with insects communicating with me when I recently lived in Cornville, just outside of Sedona, and I had such a communion with crickets there (and others). I am amazed that all things have consciousness, great wise consciousness. Native Americans always knew it and I am just beginning to be allowed the experience of it all. I am thrilled.

Spider rider.

This guy was visiting me today, riding on my hand. If I hadn't had such instinct and shook him off the moment I saw him, I would have called on someone to get a camera and take a picture of my hand and its rider. I wanted to inspect him closely but after I shook him off I couldn't find him in the gravel, I couldn't see him. So I missed an opportunity to find out more about this guy, my visitor. Maybe tonight I will connect telepathically and see if he had something to tell me. Yes, this I will do.

Coyote warning.

At dusk, yesterday, after a soak in the hot tub and wrapped in a robe, I was sitting by myself in stillness and quietude on the step to the back door, just gazing at the clouds and the shifting hues of the evening air . . . beautiful coyote walks calmly across my back yard about twenty feet in front of me. She looks at me several times, trying to look at me and look at her path in front of her at the same time, she looked back at me many times. Huh. I really love it when wild life comes really close.

I remember being told, when I lived in L.A. in the Hollywood Hills (also coyote country), that if a coyote looks you in the eye it is a forewarning that you will soon meet a trickster.

I did meet coyote twice in L.A. Once, after dark sitting on the steps to my front porch in Beachwood Canyon, a huge coyote trots up the street and as he passes by he gazes intensely at me with his black eyes. Soon after that I ended up in a long stretched out tangle with a nasty, evil one in human form, battling for my life. I came out brutally scarred and barely alive. A few years later, during a dinner date at the Inn of the Seventh Ray restaurant in Topanga Canyon, from the table on the outdoor terrace I see a small coyote across the gorge, looking straight at me. I faced an entangled, messy relationship that I couldn't get out of fast enough. I did save myself from that one quick enough. Both times I met someone that was trying hard to control my life force and eat me alive, consume all my life force, energy and power until there would have been nothing left of me. Coyote blesses me and protects me.

Now let's see what is coming and how I will be able to handle it, eh? Trickster will attack soon, I know.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trickster

Spirit of Coyote.

Native American trickster tales.
Working with animal spirits.

A departed Beloved.

A shaman and a healer, a warder of immeasurable amount and skill, always a protectress and giver and now a presence of grace and love, holding heaven open for love and grace to pour on me. A graceful transition, the departure premonitioned from the very first day, a departure that now is holding open a door for the new. Her love will always pour down on me.

In great love and gratitude, we miss you.

As her very truest, communing with plants.

As her very best, oozing comfort.

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Thank you for everything - and for your continued love.

Communing with nature.

There is nothing I enjoy more and nothing that feed my soul better than that which I am now doing, communing with nature.

Every day starting two years ago when I found myself only being able to sit under this majestic tree (that the other threes called his highness, there was also the general about two blocks away, far too powerful a tree). All I could do for almost a year was to spend time on this tiny lot under such a wonderful, calming, wise and serene tree, where I wrote poetry, did healing work and readings for the few people in the house I was living in.

Then I was fortunate enough to be shipped out to Sedona where I spent almost a year in Page Springs on a property by the creek where the land had amazingly spiritual and sacred energy. There I sat, mostly, under the willow trees in a swing looking over the pond. I sat there summer, fall, winter and spring; wrote, fought demons (believe it or not) and absorbed the healing energies. I saw the willow trees lush and green, turn to a bright golden yellow and then loose all their leaves and rest totally naked against the sky. I wondered if they would ever come alive again but they did, miraculously, in the spring and all of a sudden the grey and brown landscape turned lush and emerald green again and saturated with bird song.

I laid in one of the many hammocks at night looking at the stars and the moon with my cat on my belly, in the winter wrapped in layers and layers of warm clothes and heavy blankets. Or I sat in the garden furniture at Christmas, dressed very warmly, looking at the stars and the Christmas lights in the courtyard and at the far off neighbors. I stayed within the fences of the compound afraid to take walks or long hikes by myself because of the mountain lion who had a cub. I made contact with many animals and agreements with some but the mountain lion was not at all interested in agreeing with me that she would not hurt me or mine if I left her and hers alone. Rather she was intrigued that I communicated with her and she let me know it was interesting to know we were there as a food source and there was no agreement. She did eventually wander further away, but I never stepped outside of the fence alone. Kept in place as I was supposed to be, I guess.

I have also spent some weeks up in Oak Creek Canyon and in West Sedona and where ever I am in this land of Arizona, Sedona area, it is magical. Oak Creek Canyon is totally different from the desert of Sedona, it is lush and full of trees and nature healing. But Sedona too has amazing healing energies just in the land and the rocks and mountains. I happen to be in quite a green and lush area with lots of trees and flowering bushes. Lucky me. I think someone is watching over me and bringing me to all these places. God knows I was nature starved in L.A. and suffered from it severely.

Now here on this property where we are staying for the time being, we have become foster parents to a baby bird who the cats dragged into the house one morning. The baby bird refused to die, woke me up screaming bloody hell laying flat on her back, wings outstretched, with her beek open wide and the little kitten just looking at her not knowing what to do. I know my biz partner loves animals and loves to save them (even ants) so we rescued, of course, the baby bird and he placed it in a storage box from the garage and went to the pet store and bought bird food for baby birds that he has to mix with water and feed to her with a dropper. A woman in the community who rescues birds lent us a bird cage. Baby bird healed up quickly and has taken to my partner as a surrogate mother, rides on his shoulder and such. The baby bird (who we named Louisa:) is almost grown now and I have taught her to fly by letting her practice in the master bedroom. She was not aiming very well and couldn't land gracefully but she's getting better. She is not interested in leaving, is very affectionate and not at all afraid of the cats.

We had a baby skunk wanting to live with us a few months ago but I decided she'd be better off with her own kind. She too was so loving and great with the cat. (Skunk's story.) And we tried a couple of weeks ago to save a baby bunny who had been hurt but sadly she expired peacefully.

Now, the last few days, my biz partner who has moved his office outside onto the back patio overlooking the pool (loves the outdoors) has been visited by praying mantises a couple of times. This morning there are two praying mantises sitting on his desk just communing with him. I had to look it up on - line what message they brought; stillness, patience, reflection, listening, waiting for the right moment to strike.

I am thrilled to have this intimacy with animals and with nature, trees and flowers. It is so good for my soul and gives me a feeling of coming home to something that is real and makes sense. It is soul nurturing and it is healing for the soul and for my very being. I don;'t think I could live without closeness to an abundance of plants and wild animals. They are so cool.

Spider bite - PAY ATTENTION !!!

Arizona is interesting, like no other place I have been, otherworldly for sure. If you don't pay attention, you get bitten.

OK, so I got stung, bitten, probably by a black widow spider (or some other nasty), about two days ago (I believe) on my forearm. I first thought it was a mosquito bite (those guys are just killing me out here, they want my attention on what?) so I kept putting tea tree oil on the bite to prevent itching. The bite swelled up like an egg. It looked like my arm was broken.

In the night I had pain in my arm from my elbow to my wrist and this morning the pain had reached my fingertips and up to my shoulder. So . . . I had to call poison control center and the lady said it could be a variety of bugs, not just the spider and told me to look out for signs of infection. She said nausea and dizziness was to be expected and that it could take several days before the symptoms would go away.

I went next door to my land lord and lady to ask them if they knew what it might have been that bit me because it bit me while I was sitting on their couch. My land lady went directly to her cupboard and said she had just the thing. She brought me a copper penny and said I should put it on the bite and it would pull out the toxins and remove the nausea. She had seen or heard about it somewhere and had then researched it on - line. Copper pulls out toxins.

Uhuh, so I did. I held the penny to my arm and in ten minutes the mild nausea I was experiencing was gone and I could again use my arm and lift it over my head. I went and got a brand new penny and taped it to my arm and taped two pennies to my knee where I found another bite of the same kind.

After a short while, as I was going to make some breakfast for a friend, I suddenly became very disoriented and nauseous and had to lay down while others made breakfast instead. I was dizzy and very out of sorts. I could feel toxins move through my whole body and all I could do was to be still and rest. A very strange feeling. After about an hour it was better.

I kept the pennies on my skin all day and when I removed them in the evening the swelling on my arm had gone down almost all the way and the brand new shiny pennies had tiny specks of something that looked like tar on them. Concentrated insect poison, eh?

So I must say it worked. I kept a penny on my arm the whole following day too until the swelling and pain was totally gone. Curious remedy this one.

In the country.

I do enjoy spending time in the country. I enjoy the expansiveness of the open spaces, the trees singing and sending out their massive love to all of humanity, all the birds and all the animal life both wild and domestic. I am thinking I really couldn't go back to any city for a long while, I like this too much, it's magical, good for the soul and very, very healing.

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Today a neighbor came over with a tiny little kitten that she had adopted but couldn't keep because of her other two cats and asked if we would want to take her. We took her in. Yet, knowing how much my cat is possessive and jealous and such a fighter because of this, it makes me nervous for baby kitty.

But for the time being we have a baby kitten. She's all black, and tiny, tiny. She needs a lot of care, she's too small for her age, scared and malnourished. I will love to nurture her back to health and vigor. I have had several dreams where I dreamt that my cat brings back with her from the outdoors a slew of cats looking just like her, all black. My house mate has long wanted a baby kitten for my other cat to play with, to nurture and mother. We'll see how it goes. At least we can heal her and hopefully place her well when the time comes.

Gabriela Constantina Carmelina.

Baby skunk.

Well, living on the country can be very interesting sometimes. One night when I woke up around 2 or 3 AM and came out into the kitchen there was a baby skunk walking around, smelling the walls, familiarizing herself with the kitchen, finding her way around. She had already been checking out the cat's food bowls and seemed very familiar with the area. She saw me but was completely unbothered by my startled presence. I thought at first it was an opossum. It was somewhat dark, only the night light was on.

We used to have a huge opossum visit in the middle of the night in Santa Barbara. As freaky as they are with their black button eyes I was more afraid of the skunk, thinking she would spray in the house for any reason. I was real scared that I might startle her. (Yeah, I think it's a her.) I backed out slowly, thinking she would then go back out the door, but no, she went and laid down behind the toilet bowl, seemingly planning to go to sleep there. Well, since we only have one bathroom in this guest house we are currently staying in, I had to get her out somehow. I laid out a trail of cat treats from the bath room rug out through the kitchen door. Then I went and sat down waiting to see if she would follow the trail and go out the door.

I connected with her telepathically and she was completely unfamiliar with that but she did say she didn't want to go back out because the cat was out there. So I went out and found the cat on the patio furniture and brought her in to my bedroom. Then I went and said telepathically to baby skunk that the cat was now in my room. The little skunk walked right out the door, followed the trail of cat treats but didn't eat any of it, just walked out the door.

Some time later, one evening as I was watching television, I heard scratching on the kitchen door. I figured it was the skunk trying to get to the cat food again so I banged hard on the inside of the door, thinking that would scare her off but she just kept scratching. I opened the door so that she could see that I was there and maybe that would discourage her and she would go away, I opened the door just an inch and a tiny little nose came in through he crack of the door and a pushing from the other side. She wanted in, no fear in her what so ever, TV noise and humans and all. Then regularly after that, determined scratching on the door in the evenings.

I happen to have a seriously animal loving house mate who was so concerned with the baby skunk that he started feeding her outside. This turned out to be a bad idea since she now has more or less adopted us as her beloved family. This skunk is so tiny, like a bunny rabbit, and mostly white with really long fur. We found out on the web that skunks are very unafraid and calm. Yep, that's her. We also saw that she was seriously hurt, probably by some bird of pray that she had gotten away from. She had a huge open wound on the side of her face, at least an inch in diameter. Since we are not going to catch her or touch her I began sending her Reiki long distance treatments which have helped her tremendously. She has healed a whole lot and gotten her energy back and has taken to us even more.

We feel such love for this tiny creature and I feel her love for us as well. My house mate really wants her for his pet but the land lord and land lady aren't too amused at that idea, of course. One day when we came back from the store, having left the doors open for the cat as usual, we came home and I found baby skunk in my bedroom next to the cat's food bowls which I had moved in there. Aye, we tried a whole bunch of things to get her to go outside again, she was sitting right by the French doors leading to the drive way, but she instead went and laid down behind the bed, intent on staying. Again, placing a trail of morsels of fried chicken from where she was and leading out the door hoping she was hungry. She ate the chicken but stayed in the room. My house mate had to go in there and get behind her and carefully usher her out. Then we had all the carpets steam cleaned. She smells like a horse. And we are now forced to keep all doors without screens closed at all times and summer and warmth is coming.

Baby skunk, which we call Squirrel sometimes for some reason, has taken up nest in the pampas grass next to the house. She sits outside our front door and waits for us, walks through the yard and lays on the cool concrete of the patio of our land lord's, lays flat on the ground with her snout pressed up against the screen door and hangs out with the cat whenever she's out too. Neither seems to be bothered by the other. I try to get her to move on, to find new grounds with better feed and perhaps other skunks to live with but she sticks around. It probably doesn't help that we love her to pieces. Miraculously finding one can love, really love, such a creature too. We're developing a really passionate divine love for this critter. She has never sprayed us or our place or our cat but did catch the landlord's very curious dog George the other day.

This is some of our story with baby skunk so far. We won't be staying here forever so I continue to encourage her to find her way from here, to be a wild animal but so far we share in this sublime love together. Maybe soon she'll go on her way.

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There is a lot of wild life here. It's good for the soul. Herons, egrets, hawks, hummingbirds, cardinals, ravens, crickets, scorpions, mountain lions, crayfish, frogs - bull frogs and tiny cricket frogs, badgers, skunks, mice, ants, spiders, gophers, wild cats, coyotes, owls and so on . . .

Today a heron was walking calmly and very deliberately across our huge drive way, seemingly interested in the skunk's sleeping place. Do herons eat skunk? Don't think so.

Cat in winter.

My cat does not like winter

(like me). Having grown up in southern California she's always been warm and in the Sedona summer, hot even.

Now in the cold of Arizona winter, she's stopped going out much and has gone into a sort of trance, a waiting, another way of being, another dimension. As if she knows summer will come again or with total acceptance, with perfect patience, she trances out into meditative beingness.

Colorado view.

You know,
to animals
the whole world is their living room . . .

Animal encounters.

Every day on my birth - day I make sure that I get to spend time in nature in an intimate way, either by myself or with only one other special person. This started over a decade ago and has become my personal tradition. On my birth - day last I took off alone really early in the morning, fortunate to be on the country side in Arizona, in the green belt along Oak creek. I live right on the creek and the country road from my place cross the sometimes, especially in the summer from all the rain, raging creek.

At the crossing of dirt road and raging creek I went off the road and followed a path tightly along the shore of the creek. As I ventured into the shade of the huge trees I was startled by a huge owl that flew up from the ferns and foliage at my immediate left and crossed my path right in front of my face and flew up into a really big tree on my right and perched itself on a branch about twelve feet up. The owl was over a foot and a half tall. I was so startled that I just stood there and I also stood there absolutely still because I didn't want the owl to fly away.

So there I stood and looked at the owl and since I didn't know proper owl etiquette I didn't stare at it but looked away most of the time but then I didn't want to be rude either and was also so curious that I had to look at it some more. I was sure it would fly away but it didn't. After I noticed that the owl was not at all about to go anywhere, chillin' itself in these early morning hours, meditating perhaps, very calm and collected and tremendously peaceful, I continued my short trek along the creek, new to the area and sort of exploring, not knowing at the time there were mountain lions around.

When I returned, walking back on the trail the same way I had come, I came to the place where I had seen the giant owl and it was still sitting there in the same spot high up in a tree, completely visible. I walked by softly and slowly so that I wouldn't scare the owl away. (Why I thought an owl would even think of being scared of such a ridiculous creature as a human, I don't know.) I passed the tree where he sat and I turned and sat down on a boulder facing the tree and the owl.

There I sat and there he sat. I was looking at him and he was looking at me. I was still and he was still. I asked him telepathically, silently in my head, if he was sleeping or if he was awake and that if he was awake would he turn his head away so that I would know. Three seconds later, as if he first considered it, the owl slowly turned his head to its left and looked away into the distance. Way cool, I thought and asked him a few more questions. I think I asked him what I should do for my birth day among other things. I don't remember what the reply was but I know there was one, probably something like "be happy". We sat together for about 40 minutes and then being such a restless one I got up and walked home.

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In 2004 I spent my birthday in Altadena, California. I was staying in the hills, as high up as they had built a neighborhood. There was a hiking trail next to this neighborhood along a creek going straight up into the mountains. This creek was very narrow and trickling and was laid out into a very narrow valley between hill ranges on both sides of the creek. It was quiet, full of bugs, young trees and deep green foliage and it was heavenly. We called the place Ribbendale.

Very early in the morning on my birthday I was taking a walk by my self to and through this place along the creek. I had a bottle of water and snacks and even a walking stick but I had forgotten bug spray unfortunately. Oh, well. It was still good enough. It was a totally beautiful day; clear, blue sky full of crows and hawks circling in flight and both kinds chasing one another in the air. There were signs everywhere and I was feeling high and uplifted.

On my way back down the trail after quite a walk under the canopy of every kind of green and the early morning sun rays filtering through and making this corridor of nature like a beautifully dreamy room, I suddenly saw a lady deer standing right on the pathway in front of me gingerly grazing.

I stopped of course and squatted down so as not to frighten her, hoping to have a moment to observe her. I was about 15 feet away from her. She was completely unafraid even though she saw me and kept looking at me as she grazed.

I decided to get up on my feet after a while, being somewhat uncomfortable in my position, so I started to slowly raise myself up from squatting position and then heard a sudden noise in the foliage just to my left. A forceful blow out of air through the nostrils of another deer, her mate, as a strong warning sound for the lady deer to be aware that I was getting up, signaling danger. In less than half a second the lady deer had taken off like a bullet across the creek and didn't stop to look back at me until she was well up the hill. The trust she had for her mate's call was complete. She didn't stop to look around to see what was going on, just bolted in a flash. I was real impressed.

I never saw her mate, him being entirely cautious and on guard the whole time, hiding in the greens, where as she was so unafraid yet not curious of me, just not afraid. I walked down the path a little bit and sat down on something to look at the deer for a while. I talked to her softly and tried to see if she would not come closer again. She stayed her distance and never came closer again still perfectly heeding the advice of her mate, but she also didn't move away any further either. We stayed together like that for a while as I sang some songs to them very quietly and then I walked back home.

Wolf.

I remember you still...

...and I will for the rest of my days.

Won't you come again?

This is Sheeba.

This one is a great nature lover. She doesn't like to play, she doesn't care for toys, she doesn't ever kill any birds or mice, she doesn't scratch the furniture, she never has hair balls and she never throws up.

She loves only nature, sitting in the bushes or under the trees. She adores it when I water the garden, dig in the dirt, plant things or tend to potted plants.

She is a great healer and has taken great pain and grief from me in a moment. She is very shamanic in all her ways. She is a great protecter and a great fighter and tends very well to her wounds. She is a master walker and moves well in the shadow lands.

She takes me for walks after dark. She shows me the plant world. I love flowers and she relates to them. She has opened me to the plants and has showed me how to hear them. Now we go out at night and listen to the music of each plant and the orchestra that they make together.

Her name was Midnight but she has changed her name to Sheeba. She also comes if I call babygirl, Sheebagirl, Shmushy or Mushymushmush.