Sit Spot, Day 18

Sat out in the afternoon today, with the suggestion to carve something at my sit spot.

Day has been drizzly. A cozy, still, eternal day. Just dripping here and there by the time I went out for my sit, and the birds were in a flurry of activity. A red-winged blackbird in our apple, calling and singing. Goldfinches were rocketing here and there in song, robins rounding out the chorus.

I took up a couple of old, dead pine branches from below the tree, but none felt right. Climbed up into the arms of the tree, where I was spoken to by a dead, broken limb I always duck my head under in my ascent. I asked the tree for it, felt a wave of love and happiness flow through me, and gently, quietly broke it off. Sat in a lower spot on the tree than usual to ensure stability for carving, and began to scrape the layer of green (fungus?) off the stick with my knife.

Pure heaven. Loads of avian companions singing their music, the misty air imbued with the lush scents of spring, a blessed, beloved tree holding me gently, and the time and permission to pursue an art I've been yearning to try for years.