The following is a snippet of a meditation when first entering my Grove as a Bard. While brief, it was here that I met my guide, the djidi-djidi (Willy Wagtail) who I have since travelled with often within my larger grove.
With Djidi-djidi I dance
I stand alone within the circle of stones, my hood down, my face concealed, my identity known only to Her. She welcomes me, greets me tenderly, beckons me to sit and share this moment. Slowly, my spirit radiant at her touch, I sit. She soon speaks to me, through me, I feel Her words. She touches my feet and I hear Her voice enter me, filling this familiar cup. Around me, the trees shuffle, ruffling themselves in sync with Her melodies. Her music gathers inside me, moves through me, flows outwards like ripples across a lake. The sounds I hear and feel mesh with the sounds within my grove. I am no longer able to distinguish my body from Hers. I am no longer able to distinguish my voice from Hers. When I speak it is Her voice that whispers across the grove and is heard by all. With Her I remain, my heart and body, my mind and soul as one. Within Her I remain. My breathing becomes the movement of the winds that dance back and forth across the stones. I feel sand grains beneath my feet and Her breath on my skin. Old echoes and ancient songs reverberate upwards from the earth far below where I sit.
I sense rather than see the tiny Djidi-djidi that dances outside my circle. Its tail sweeping the air hypnotically, it awaits my permission, sensing the sacred, understanding the moment. My mind’s hand outstretched, I cup the small bird gently, ushering it into the grove, inviting it to dance. As it moves across the ground, I enter it, know it intimately. Feeling the sun’s warmth on my feathers, the sand between my toes, I shuffle across the circle. My feet light, I stomp and step, hop and leap, allowing strong wings to lift my spirit. With control and purpose I rise upwards, gliding still within the circle but now hovering over my seated self. Gently easing myself downwards, my small feet grip my relaxed shoulders. Perched on myself, within myself, I withdraw from the small spirit, the blissful memory of flight and dance lingering as I open my eyes. A sudden giddiness overwhelms me and I concentrate on my breathing, bringing myself back into the present. The sensation soon passes and I am once again aware of Her around me. She sooths my inner voice, calms my spirit. I thank Her for Her gift and slowly stand, my hood still covering my face, my identity concealed, yet She knows me and I Her.
Peace to all living spirits...2011 LI