Fall Play

- Thanksgiving in Canada

So many days have passed, it seems, since my last newsletter about Agnihotra… and as the full moon in Aries arrives tomorrow, it feels timely to fire up my communications and share with you what’s been revealing.

After five days in Roncesvalles, I returned to Bancroft to prepare for a beautiful gathering of women. Before those tasks could be addressed, there was a tender, loving ceremony to farewell my dear friend’s family dog, Stevi. Stevi was undoubtedly one of a kind, demanding ever-graciously that I throw stones instead of sticks or balls for her to fetch and bring back to me. It was humbling to be asked to tone nature’s sounds in honour and respect of all sentient beings. Like so many animals, Stevi was more human than dog and let her family know exactly where she wanted to be buried, overlooking the lake. In the morning light, the sun shines a spotlight on her grave, and by night, the setting sun streams glitters of gold through the tree leaves. Life is so precious.

In between cleaning and reorganising kitchen cupboards, there have been forest walks…

Meanders amongst fall leaves…

Child’s play with Peggy’s grandsons collecting dew drops…

Nature observations

Moss-covered rock community where a sleeping bear (left) guards curious rock faces (right)

A blue sky day backdrop to almost bare leaved trees… don’t let this image fool you into thinking it’s warm! Ha! 7c.

And a posy fern to cradle the leaves…

October’s gift

Consciously communicating with the element of water has shown me it responds to how I’m feeling and questions that arise… which way? The arrow points left!

Mesmerised by a red maple leaf…

Uniting two frequencies… the letter H… sacred geometry… you decide…

Thanksgiving, Canada

On our way to Eagles Nest, at the top of a rise, Peggy stopped swiftly…

…the deer didn’t move. It didn’t look back to see us and was like a stone statue. We waited. We looked ahead… what was it focused on? ‘Surely, it would have heard our approach?’ said Peggy. I agreed.

For whatever reason, it was nature’s way of informing us to take heed. Soon the precious sentient being turned to face us before fleeing.

Thanksgiving is the last weekend we can enter the road that climbs towards Eagle’s Nest… it doesn’t look steep in the photo. I can imagine it would take more than chains on a vehicle’s tyres to make the grade in the wintertime snow. Nature’s splendour leads the way…

At the lookout is a 180-degree view of the York River Valley below … not an easy capture, but here’s a portion…

I was curious to hear what Thanksgiving means to my Canadian friends and learned for some it is about celebrating the harvest, for some, it’s about sharing quality family time and raking leaves, while others feel it’s simply a tradition based on the Pilgrim’s who saved people from starvation when the Wampanoag taught their visitors how to hunt, plant crops and get the best of their harvest.

While Australia doesn’t have a Thanksgiving holiday, I can relate it to Easter time shared with family, working together on a garden or farm project and celebrating life in an honourable way. I have fond memories.

What does Thanksgiving mean to you?

Put simply… giving and receiving are our natural nature when in congruence with the Earth. Whether you are a paid subscriber or not, thank you for being here!

Until my next news…

Love’s harmonies,

Leanda Michelle ✍🏼