|Drinking with Chickens|
After a particularly grueling week at the office I hit the pillow hard last night looking forward to my weekly, single day that I can sleep without setting an alarm. Deep into a REM cycle my dreams suddenly took a turn for the worst with the deafening sound of chain saws coming at me from all directions. I know, I see that puzzled look on your face at this point .... as if where the #$!! is she she going with this story. But that is the exact look on my face when I realized the sound was outside my window. I had completely forgotten that my husband had scheduled the 'tree guys' for first thing Saturday morning to remove a rather large, and very old tree from the yard.
You see in that last big winter storm, at the beginning of March when the snow was so heavy, the snow pulled at the limbs of my magnolia tree and literally split it in two. Kinda like a banana if we're being honest here. Luckily the tree fell to the ground around the house instead of into one of the upstairs bedrooms. So we had that going for us. Clearly we had put off dealing with the clean up for a few weeks, saying to ourselves that perhaps we'll see one last bloom this year.
It is lying on the ground attempting to bloom, but I'm afraid it just isn't going to give us that show this year. I posted a glorious picture of it in full bloom last year, and it appears that it will be the tree's swan song.
So back to chickens. These past few months have been a blur of intense time in the office, with a few periods of travel. Some for work, some for .... well chickens. We were in Bermuda in February and much to my surprise there were birds absolutely everywhere, but not tropical birds, but .. say it with me ... chickens. And a few ducks. They were on the grounds of museums, nesting in the old beautiful abandoned church grounds and well pretty much everywhere. We were woken up every day to the crowing. Honestly, someone should put that in the travel guides that there isn't a need to pack an alarm clock as it is built in to the fauna.
Two weeks ago you might have noticed posts on my Instagram feed from New Mexico. Lots of exploration on that trip with native cultures and spirit animals. I managed to find probably the most concentrated amount of beads stores EVER in my travels. Typically I'm googling like a crazy person for any trace of beads, or something that represents the local culture .... in the form of a bead. But in New Mexico I was literally stumbling on bead stores. I mean seriously. Ab.so.lute bliss. I did buy handfuls of locally carved stone beads in the form of spirit animals and arrow heads. But we'll save that for a later post.
|Unfinished Church St. George, Bermuda|
Ok, now all of you who know me, know exactly what comes next. I set off for a complete list of spirit animals to find out if indeed this could be mine. All the while I'm thinking ... no way chicken is on that list. But here we are, an hour later, writing a post. Indeed chicken is on that list, well at least according to this blog that appears to be the (self proclaimed) expert on all things spirit animal and totem related. Also in the pursuit of my chicken hunt I find a blog called Drinking with Chickens. I mean what is not to love about that title. If you'd like a giggle, do have a read on the story behind this blog.
So what is the angle on a 'spirit chicken' you may ask? Well, 'if a chicken has come to you in your dreams ...' Clearly, you had me at hello. When there is a strong noise outside it tends to weave its way into my dreams. Remember those chickens in Bermuda? Well those chicken dreams might mean that you are responding to something in your waking life out of fear and backing down when you should be standing up for yourself. It could also mean that there is chatter and gossip in your life and you should be questioning if you are listening well enough to people to really hear what they are saying. huh. Perhaps some reflection back on my week as I finish my second cup of tea. Might be time to join Schnitzel for a little nip. It is past noon at this point.
Many women run with the wolves, but clearly you cluck with the chickens!ReplyDelete
I like that!!ReplyDelete
I've actually read a book about spirit animals, and no mine isn't a cat ;-) That must have been fun visiting all those bead shops! Looking forward to seeing what you bought!ReplyDelete
p.s. that is sad about your lovely Magnolia tree.
I'm still getting over the loss of such a gorgeous tree but that drinking with chickens blog helps some ... what will help even more is finding out about your trip to the Land of Enchantment and all those bead stores!ReplyDelete
This post made me giggle! My husband would know better than to schedule a tree removal early on a weekend mainly because he'd be the one sleeping in! Love how you got to the chicken as spirit animal too! Pretty sure mine would be a cat. I need to go to NM bead stores!ReplyDelete
Love to read your long story.ReplyDelete
Debra's comment said it best ;-DReplyDelete
Drinking With Chickens ~ what a riot!!!
Hey My Friend, Great to see you!! You got me laughing! LOL!ReplyDelete
First I have to say, sorry about your tree! We had to cut down 3 large trees last year!
Now, I can't say anything better about your chickens, then what Debra said! LOL!
Big Hugs and Keep Being You!
(thank you for the comment on my painting!)
The comments on that chicken spirit animal totem link are interesting. My mom has 4 chickens, and loves them dearly. According to her they each have distinct personalities, and one of them is "very smart". Okay mom. Ready for a chicken tattoo?ReplyDelete
How funny about the chicken! They really can be characters. I am sorry to see what happened to your gorgeous magnolia. This past winter was insane with trees coming down. Our yard was spared but we were not spared from all the power outages caused by trees! I believe these trees are easy to propagate do you may have like if you try planting some of its living branches. Ours only gave us 1 flower this year after being covered with flowers last year. Strange.ReplyDelete
There are no coincidences! How funny.ReplyDelete
RIP beautiful magnolia tree. Will you plant something else now?