Crow Kindness_Heron Living

I sat across the table from a unique friend who perhaps belongs to a different era but is kindling hope for the one we live (or die) today. I had gifts for her tucked away in a bag: Jim Harrison novel, Jack Kerouac CD of his jazzy haiku, and some Kindness and Gratitude zines for her to distribute as she makes her away around the region sowing her good energy and investigating nature to find new (old) ways to heal the earth and those inhabitants who have lost touch with the earth. They are legion.

She had gifts for me: packets of seeds for my garden I have yet to plant and a hand drawn publication (only one edition and not photocopied) of her poetry. It is called Magic of the Crow and it is quite unlike anything I have felt in my hands or read in a long time.

I perused it right there and followed the stanzas as a blue heron might fly over a mud flat because that’s how my friend writes poetry and well, lives. Living like a blue heron isn’t such a bad thing. It might be the best way for these perilous times.

One line caught my eye in particular: send my wishes / riding on the backs / of dandelion fluff.

Yes.

I thanked my friend for her kindness in all matters, toward me, toward the world. We agreed to meet again soon, or much longer than that, and see where our mutual kindness has traveled, and perhaps even embedded.