Death and the Crone

I ran down the track to the Reserve and on the way I saw a dead rabbit. Just dead. Eye still clear and body warm. It was not a baby... but still a long way off full grown.

I wondered how it had died. No sign of myxamatosis. No sign of dog slobber. I guessed maybe a hawk... would a sparrowhawk take one?

At the bottom of the track I saw the Reserve truck - maybe that hit it, though there were no signs of trauma. I was not happy to see the truck as I didn't want to explain why I was not volunteering. I feel out of it.

I walked my ritual loop. The water is very high in the reservoir. Much rain in the last week.

I stopped by the Goddess Oak and as I looked up to speak with her i heard a raven right overhead. I love ravens. I was thinking of Morrigen, Of death.

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Maybe you can hear the raven.

And at the top of the rise, I saw a hare in the field. I love hares. I thought of mystery and the unseen.

I walked to Kairos. And sat. Listened to birds. Felt the tree at my back.

Watched squirrels, muntjac, a hare running through the wood - a different one, this more brindled, the first was brown. It had been scared by the Reserrve ruck going past.

The tree said I need to be open to be changed by the world. Fear is making me closed. I need to accept the changes to my mind and my thinking from the world - the rustles and song the leaves falling and the animals. It said that when I am dead, then my mind will no more change. I laid gifts and left.

The brown hare was in the field again and ran again. The Reserve truck had gone. The small rabbit was still there but crushed.