1 month ago
So yesterday I was walking in Kubota Garden and noticed these cut white roses lying on the ground. A few feet ahead on the side of the trail was a magical bird. Like a peacock had decided to steal feathers from a maccaw and a pheasant and parrot them as if they invented a new look (sorry, couldn’t resist a corny bird pun). As soon as it saw me it disappeared through a little opening leading into a thicket if brambly bushes and I hesitated for a minute feeling like Alice upon seeing the white rabbit and then ducked through the opening myself, following it back into the bushes. It felt like such a surreal encounter I was almost surprised to catch another glimpse of it and simultaneously paradoxically surprised to not find myself in a Narnia-like world (yes, I know Alice/Narnia = different stories, but it felt like a hybrid). Ultimately it had gone further into the thicket than I could manage to follow so I exited the bushes and continued back onto the path, hoping I might happen upon it later. I didn’t, but I the rest of my walk was filled with little magical moments—a huge patch of chanterelle-looking mushrooms in my favorite mystical grove (prob were chanterelles but they looked past their optimal picking date so I let them be); some intoxicating jasmine-esque fragrance filling the air with no identifiable flowers or buds that I could find; a fine mist catching the late afternoon sun and lending everything a magical luminosity. I never did capture a photo of the bird but I later i.d.’d it as a golden pheasant. Wild. Definitely felt like a good omen as we approach this Leo full moon and eclipse.
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