Blue Egg

cultivated from Community
for MotherSpirit

Her 3.5 year old urges led to the destruction of a most beautiful gift from Nature yesterday.   I discovered the perfect small blue egg of a house wren laying in the dirt we call a yard yesterday afternoon.  The wind was riotous all day and I believe it was either blown from the nest or had been gusted from the clutches of a nest robber, double the bad luck for the poor egg.  Willow is very tactile, so much so that if she lost her sight she would be unphased by it, I 'm sure. She marvels at every detail of every thing she comes across, but only if she can touch it.

I held the egg in my palm, its life energy vibratingly soothing to my own life force. Her fingers stroked it
for a moment, then she gingerly lifted it from my hand with her two fingers.  At that moment, Aspen (my
auditory child) was expressing the presence of a float plane flying overhead. I looked up from the egg for the briefest of moments, too late realizing that the magical vibe present here on Earth was shattering in that instant. In the nano-second it took for me to look back at Willow's possession, her fingers squeezed
together, testing the physics of the eggshell and suddenly her hand was covered in egg yolk and tiny blue particles.

Our eyes met, my half-smile/half shrug was all that she needed, we clasped our egg covered hands together and walked into the house to wash away the remnants of the moment and moved on with our day from there.

That is my religion.