Guest Blog from, Terrie Celest – www.astrologywise.co.uk
One of the delights for me in Iowa, has been the space and energies of my host, Jo’s, garden, full of beautiful flowers and amazing birds and wildlife. A local farmer grows corn on part of her land but it was looking a bit sad when I arrived, due to a dry summer which was threatening to fail the crop. A thunder storm on my second night there helped to alleviate the threat temporarily but didn’t end it. A very flat area, this part of Iowa is known for its changeable weather and I was told there is a saying, If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes. The weather forecasts showed the potential for rain, but apparently it often dries up before it reaches the earth.
Initially, I thought the corn crop belonged to Jo, as there is no fence between the edge of her lawn and the beginning of the crop. This was something I noticed elsewhere, no fences! This is an agricultural area, corn was growing everywhere, and it simply continued on from the grass verges on the roadside. I saw large, expensive agricultural machinery for sale, parked on the grass verges. Nothing separated them from the highway, no fences, no gates, no Keep Off signs.
There are many bird feeders in Jo’s garden, lovingly kept full to feed the huge variety of birds that come to the garden, nearly all of which were new to me. Many are very colourful, like the bright red cardinals or the beautiful orange of the orioles. One of the highlights for me has been seeing hummingbirds, they are a delight and when I did manage to capture them on camera, I was surprised at the lovely green colouring on their backs which I couldn’t see with the naked eye as they hovered and darted around so quickly.
One morning, I decided to take advantage of the wonderful garden and do my morning yoga session outside and that was delightful, as I unconsciously oriented myself to face the Sun whose warmth aided my endeavours. I chose a different spot for my yoga mat the next morning, and I was drawn to a lovely tree close to the fence which allowed me to avoid the hidden energy lines I sensed created by the buried gas pipes that run across the property. When I went to put my mat down, I noticed a couple of corn cobs, stripped nearly bare on the ground – a night-time visitor had obviously raided the corn field and dined on the cobs. I recalled talk of the creatures that visit at night, coyotes, racoons, what else? I finished my yoga, lying still for a few moments, allowing my practise to be integrated. Or trying to, as I was distracted and slightly unsettled by a loud and unidentifiable rustling noise, sufficient to make me break my rest and look around me. Much to my relief and my over-active imagination, there were no eyes staring at me and instead, I saw the leaves of the tree I was lying under, being buffeted by the breeze. As I looked at them against the blue sky, the way they shook and rustled together made them almost seem as if they were applauding me!
When I went in Jo told me this is a cottonwood tree but she calls it her eagle tree as eagles come and roost in it for the winter. No wonder I was attracted to it, what a lovely energy. If only I could still be here when they came, it would have been extraordinary to see them.
The ‘eagle tree’ called to me again the next morning and I began my morning warm-up under its branches. Part-way through, I heard the loud call of the neighbours’ roosters and saw that they were working their way along their side fence, with their entourage of hens and a duck. Pecking at the ground, finding food as they travelled, I was delighted to see them roaming free. And then I remembered seeing them loose in Jo’s garden before and a conversation about how the neighbour, on getting these chickens, had put a fence up, but had left a gap where a tree bordered the properties which the hens had been taking full advantage of, visiting Jo’s garden for further foraging. Sure enough, five minutes later, I saw them on my side of the fence and heading my way. They seemed pretty unperturbed by me and mainly continued their pecking at the earth looking for food. Some of the cobs left by the corn-field’s night-time scavengers were attractive to them and as my visitors were so friendly, I held one of the cobs out for them to feast on what was left of it. They became bold enough to investigate my yoga mat but it obviously yielded nothing tasty for them.
Reassured that they saw me neither as a threat nor potential food, I finished my practise as they continued their foraging, delighted and uplifted by this unusual occurrence. Seeing the hens, the two roosters and the little, tufted-headed white duck in close proximity, I was amazed at how colourful and beautiful their different feathers and markings were. One rooster was back and white, with an amazing ruff of tail feathers while the other was a deep burnished russet colour at first glance, but I then noticed his stunning black and green tail feathers.
The next morning, before I went out, I checked my emails and was frustrated by the content of not one, but three of them. The first left me puzzled as the supposed problem didn’t seem to exist when I investigated, the second was a client paying the ‘wrong’ amount for a reading which later, and embarrassingly, turned out to be a case of mistaken identity on my part due to a huge coincidence with two people with almost identical names, and the third was a ‘complaint’ and personal attack based on something someone else had written that had seemingly been initiated by me and led to outpourings of dissatisfaction and criticism of my work. ‘All the best for the future’, the communication ironically ended. I knew the truth behind the accusations and was able to see beyond the words on the paper, but as I headed out to the eagle tree with my yoga mat I was unconsciously taking the unresolved frustrations of the last hour with me at the back of my mind. As you can imagine, telling the tale of my yoga with the chickens had brought much amusement and amazement and before I left the house, we wondered whether my new friends would join me again. Sure enough, after only ten minutes, they had made their way around the fence, through the gap and were, much more boldly than the first day, looking for food in the grass around me. I had taken my camera and a drink out with me and picked them up as they approached, so these strange objects wouldn’t be seen as potential food sources and pecked at. Noticing things in my hands, however, seemed to heighten their curiosity even more and before I knew it they came right up to me and were pecking towards my hands. One circled behind me and I felt a peck on my back as another thought there might be something tasty on my leg and did the same!
And so I had a serious talk with my new feathered friends. I didn’t mind them going about their business as I went about mine, but firm boundaries had to be maintained and personal pecking was not acceptable! Thankfully, somehow my mix of internally and outwardly expressed human words seemed to be understood and they resumed their foraging and left me to my yoga mat and the sun.
The following day, we again wondered if I would be joined by my new audience, but as I was a lot earlier it seemed unlikely. I think the whole neighbourhood must have heard me roar with laughter when I got nearer to the tree, only to see them already there, and as I got closer I noticed they were paying particular attention to the flattened spot where I had been regularly placing my mat. They had been unable to explore this area before so were taking full advantage of my absence to peck away. So I left them to it and placed my mat further away and we all did what we all needed to do, leaving each other to our own business. Yoga without pecking was a much preferred option!
The next morning I had a full day of readings and was even earlier than the previous day, so didn’t expect to see my visitors. After a few minutes I heard one of the roosters, seemingly directing his ‘gang’ along the side fence. By now I knew how long it took them to travel this distance as they scratched and pecked the ground so knew they wouldn’t reach me before I finished, so I nearly fell off my yoga mat laughing when, only two minutes later, they were almost running along the bottom fence towards the gap. But they didn’t appear. I waited, watched and listened but all was quiet. Curiosity got the better of me and I got up to see what was going on, then remembered seeing the neighbour’s truck beside the fence the night before when we returned home. Finally, he had mended the gap.
At this Full Moon, our minds can be our downfall. Mercury will be stationary, having only just gone direct. There is the ability to scratch the surface and unearth fine details but there is the potential for the mind to control us rather than us controlling it, for us to fall into focusing on problems, worry or criticism. Truth, and faith in the truth, are important, but lies, deception and escapism threaten it. There is the added challenge of feeling that our own values and opinions are ‘right’ and of needing to feel noticed and appreciated This combination gives ample scope to feed any victim tendencies we have and to make us feel helpless, hopeless or powerless, if we give into it. Firm boundaries are essential, with others and within our minds to prevent getting caught in negative and destructive thinking. We need to draw back and see the bigger picture, and to have compassion, realising that we are all Souls on our individual paths.
And sometimes, the answers are not found in thinking, but in silence.
Wishing you the brightest of Full Moon blessings.
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