Foraging

I’m going to get a little native here, but when the spirit is strong inside of you, it’s the only way to fly…

Penny has always had a deep connection with the outdoor world. I’m not sure if it’s a reflection of her being a kid and having a warm and loving personality, or if its got deeper roots – but there’s an intoxicating magic inside of her that settles your soul when you’re with her.

… And the birds and animals feel it too.

This morning, out foraging, we came across the remains of a black snake – who fought something greater and lost. It was a good death for sure.

I collected some of the bones for my pouch, and Penny asked if she could have them for a necklace. Of course I agreed – and I dug into the archives to let her pick what she wanted…

She chose crow beads, stone, and some other bones I had gathered along the way..

And now she carries all of that spirit with her, as well as a great story to tell about collecting berries for breakfast and coming across the remains of a great battle…

#allmylove #notfadeaway #sageandspirit

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Postscript:

I recently had a talk with Penny’s mother that had to do with one thing or another, and my response was along the lines of “if you wanted a wallflower for a daughter, you obviously weren’t paying attention to who her father was.”

That said, I am who I am and my daughter is who she is. Yes, she carries the same fire inside of her that has kept me pushing onward and upward, but it’s very much her own brand and is very much fueled by her own purposes.

I am merely the support structure and guide at this point on this journey. I have no doubt in my mind that one day our roles will flip and I will be holding her hand as we walk through the yard, foraging for berries, making memories, and building a ladder to our dreams.