Comments on: Consequences http://the-sacred-path.com/2007/10/02/consequences/ journeys through the mist Thu, 20 Nov 2008 17:14:01 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3 By: katkmeanders http://the-sacred-path.com/2007/10/02/consequences/#comment-133 katkmeanders Sat, 06 Oct 2007 17:22:08 +0000 http://the-sacred-path.com/2007/10/02/consequences/#comment-133 Oddly enough, one of my Inner secret gardens is a Summer day, with freshly washed white sheets blowing in the wind. I can smell their cleaness. I envision/visit it anytime I play Enya's Aldebaran. It harks back to childhood days, racing by the washing line (being careful not to pull down the laundry) on my way to find a hiding spot. As a young adult, there was a pond out in the middle of a feild I'd go to, when I was a child I'd go to a stretch of the Arkansas river which was very close to our house. These days I like to go out to Elk City resevoir, the intermediate (bad knee) hiking trail is quite nice, and you can see the stars very nicely up on the overlook. I usually like to be where I can feel the wind on my face. If the wind stills, I get ill at ease. If it starts kicking up, I consider whether or not to move to shelter, and how soon. I love to hear the cicadas zzz-zuu-zzz-zuuing on a Summer evening, with a nighthawk letting out a wistful cry now and then. There are bugs here in this part of Kansas that I am not as fond of, I call them "kek kek bugs" because that is the sound they make, all night. *kekKEKkekkek kekKEKkekkek kekkekkek kekkek* I know it's a bug, I've seen one, it was rather large, green, and leaf shaped. I've grown more used to them though, and am learning to not mind their noise as much. We had a Great Horned owl pair nesting in the old oak last year, they didn't come back this year though. (One night I heard one of them let out its "Battle Cry" when one of the cats leapt up into the open window to smell the night air. Scared the dickens out of me.) There are a lot of squirrels that live in the oak as well, that came back this Spring. We have grey treefrogs here, and I like listening to them calling, along with the other frogs and toads. Some nights the wind is alive, others it's a quieter companion to thought. Oddly enough, one of my Inner secret gardens is a Summer day, with freshly washed white sheets blowing in the wind. I can smell their cleaness. I envision/visit it anytime I play Enya’s Aldebaran. It harks back to childhood days, racing by the washing line (being careful not to pull down the laundry) on my way to find a hiding spot. As a young adult, there was a pond out in the middle of a feild I’d go to, when I was a child I’d go to a stretch of the Arkansas river which was very close to our house. These days I like to go out to Elk City resevoir, the intermediate (bad knee) hiking trail is quite nice, and you can see the stars very nicely up on the overlook. I usually like to be where I can feel the wind on my face. If the wind stills, I get ill at ease. If it starts kicking up, I consider whether or not to move to shelter, and how soon.

I love to hear the cicadas zzz-zuu-zzz-zuuing on a Summer evening, with a nighthawk letting out a wistful cry now and then. There are bugs here in this part of Kansas that I am not as fond of, I call them “kek kek bugs” because that is the sound they make, all night. *kekKEKkekkek kekKEKkekkek kekkekkek kekkek* I know it’s a bug, I’ve seen one, it was rather large, green, and leaf shaped. I’ve grown more used to them though, and am learning to not mind their noise as much. We had a Great Horned owl pair nesting in the old oak last year, they didn’t come back this year though. (One night I heard one of them let out its “Battle Cry” when one of the cats leapt up into the open window to smell the night air. Scared the dickens out of me.) There are a lot of squirrels that live in the oak as well, that came back this Spring. We have grey treefrogs here, and I like listening to them calling, along with the other frogs and toads. Some nights the wind is alive, others it’s a quieter companion to thought.

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