I’d read that if you’d like to have closer contact with fairies
Pick up the roadside trash.
And in doing this small thing
I’ve had a shift in my consciousness.
Maybe it’s the fairies that are now whispering to me
But I made more eye contact with people yesterday
And rehung a sweater that had slipped from it’s hanger in a shop.
Perhaps it’s in doing anything different from our pattern
We become more available
Our true selves wake up a bit more.
What I picked up is this…
7 newspapers in green plastic sleeves
A napkin and swollen phone book,
A priority package- address long gone
( inside we two boxes of covid tests)
Later-donated through our local give- away.
But most interesting… were the two bottles of cinnamon whisky
Tossed within a 100 feet of each other
And in bringing one in with me to take it’s photo
I feel like I have someone’s talisman
A fairy ring in the forest.
4 thoughts on “Roadside Trash”
Love that cinnamon whiskey. Great title and thank u Sal
I love both your patterns and unpatterns.
I am glad you share with us how you see and experience.
Many many times we are ruminating on the same roots.
I stay amazed at your fearless sowing of seeds.
Well done, Sally! I’ve been thinking about fairies – you’ve beaten me to it but I suspect there will still be opportunities for me later, too.
Dear Sally, Every time I think I’ve got this, I mess up. So I wrote a comment, but it disappeared into the void. However, I shall redoubt my efforts. I loved this. And I completely agree. I – once again and I’m starting to think you read my mind – have been ruminating along the same lines. Even one change, no matter how slight, starts a domino effect. Amazing things, surprising things, happen. And that’s some really cool garbage. love, charlie