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| The Glorious Sun Ritual of Birds |
I have seen crows perched with their mate way up high on the poles in California from my backyard. They faced the rising sun, beaks parted, standing there still and reverent as the sun rose in the morning. I can not help but feel the desire to stand with them with my hand over my heart and a smile of appreciation for another day.
In August of 1997 my Grandson was about to be born. My Daughter called and asked if I would come to help her. I quickly packed my bags and took a plane to Phoenix, Arizona where she lived. When I arrived I walked out the doors of the airport and into a furnace ! I had never been in such hot temperatures. The air felt heavy and thick like hot molasses. It was 117 degrees. I was glad to get into the car and crank up the air conditioner. I arrived at the apartments and was greeted by my Daughter and my Son-in-Law.
As I entered their home, I placed my hand on the double pane glass storm door and it burnt my hand like a frying pan. "Ouch !" Spending time inside caring for my daughter was a gift not only for her but for me. I had missed her since she moved to Phoenix. In the evening when it cooled down to the mid 90's I would go out and walk up the road to the park. It was hot but my mind sirred with thoughts of being a Grandmother. It was my first Grandchild.
One morning Rebecca and I went for a walk to the market for groceries. We crossed the road made of sticky black asphalt. The smell of tortillas filled the air as we got closer to the market. Old worn barrels turned 'round and 'round as men turned the crank to roast the chiles. They smelled wonderful. Inside the market was was a little tortilla factory. A long silver conveyor shelf snaked through the little area. Busy hands patted the masa dough into round flattened tortillas.They were packaged and placed on the conveyor shelf and the packages rolled in by the dozen. A hundred packages were stacked up front for customers to buy fresh.
We walked home with the groceries with the smell freshly made tortillas and roasting chiles in our memories. We talked how the baby was about to be born soon with lot's of giggling and excited anticipation. It was a happy time when I let go of work and just became present for her. Along the way we walked past homes where water gurgled out through hoses and sprinklers and onto the lawns for any thirsty wildlife. I had never seen such kindness towards denizens of the city. Little pools of coolness lie waiting and ready for the birds and animals to quench their thrist and cool their feet and bodies.
I noticed it had cooled down to 86 degrees during the night. That enabled me to take a walk to the park and wander about before temperatures rose to 117 degrees. I quickly got my shoes on, grabbed my sunglasses and a hat. I was ready to go. I placed my hand on the double glass door to check the temperature. It had cooled down since yesterday's blistering heat. I pushed the door open and stepped out onto the road for my walk. I was unaware of the blessings that lie ahead. The thought of my new grandson and the special time I was having with my Daughter, Rebecca, uplifted me.
I approached the edge of the edge of the park. The green lawn was soft under my feet. Children played tag on the grass. The air was filled with happy voices and laughter. As the sun rose up from the horizon over the mountains, I could feel the heat burn my shoulders. I felt a tinge of worry came over me. I shook it off took a deep breathe and made up my mind to acclimate. I looked around and felt all the sensations as the glorious bright sun rose into the sky.
Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a flock of black birds standing in a disappearing shadow under a tree. There were about 5 or more. They held their little faces up to the sun with beaks parted, breathing in the last cool breaths of morning. They stood very still as if they were giving praise to the sun with such reverence. My heart still swells as I remember this moment. It was just like the crows did back in California facing the rising sun, again, I can not help but feel the desire to stand with them with my hand over my heart and a smile of appreciation for another day.
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| The Glorious Sun ritual of Birds - Art by Deborah Moen |
As I stood still with these birds, I felt myself completely adjust to the heat. Not kidding. By the grace of God, I was acclimated. No longer was the air thick and dry and inhospitable. It was now a part of me. I was reborn into this hot land of Phoenix. I will never forget that feeling of relaxing into heat and accepting it. Such a rich lesson arose out of that experience. It was quite magical caused by a change in perception while aligning with grace and love and appreciation.
Since that day I have seen my Grandson grow taller than me. Time and circumstances have taken me and him to this Little Utah Farm . These days on my way to town along the country road, I see the mated ravens facing the rising sun on top of the power poles, their beaks parted, bodies held still and reverent. Then the beauty of life passes through me as I turn at the stop sign towards town. I remember the time with my Daughter and the changes that make us twist and turn inside and out. I am so grateful for the time we had together, for the time I had raising my Grandson, and for this farm where I now live. Life is so good
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Deborah Moen
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