So, after a week of feeling the tension of the world increasing to mind numbing levels, I got the sweetest video yesterday morning from my grandson’s Mom. It is dark due to their being under a blanket. (It isn’t your eyesight failing!)
The Fourth Little Bird says, “Every little thing is gonna’ be alright.” He was born on Earth Day, so I trust his intuition. I think Bob would have enjoyed his rendition.
As I was sitting outdoors yesterday three crows flew overhead and landed in a nearby tree, one of them squawking away. They stayed the entire time I was outdoors too. In many ancient legends crows have specific duties and connotations. I read up on the various prospects and my favorite about three crows is that big, exciting change and transformation is coming. It didn’t hit me until later in the morning that they arrived a short while after I got the Three Little Birds video. It played in my head all day.
Oh, we went to a really cool music venue last evening, had good food, drinks and listened to an awesome Blues band. I’d say that was a good start to new adventures…
Go out and make some magic. This is my message to you…
Today was such a beautiful day I had the urge to get out and explore, take photos and just get lost in history. At first I thought of a church tour but there are just too many here. The Georgia skyline is literally dotted with steeples. So, I began checking historic churches, which led to historic buildings, then narrowing it down to nearby cities and finally I hit a winner.
This visit was not about patriotism or politics but about my love of cemeteries. There is so much history written on grave stones and in the case today, much more that was left unsaid on the unmarked stones of the soldiers who fell in the battles around the cemetery. So many were never identified and lay in graves there, acknowledged in the only way humanly possible without the modern science techniques we use today.
Another thing that I love to see when I visit a cemetery is the birds that live there, so often lighting on the head stones and posing there or squawking until I take a photo. Many indigenous peoples have beliefs that include birds being messengers from the Spirit world. I like to feel this is true. If it is, then there were a lot of messages coming at me today. Here are the best of the images I got while we walked around.
A different kind of winged messenger
There are always mockingbirds
I loved this broken headstone
A loving pair
The tail seemed perfectly aligned with the stone
This was a first!
If you hold your finger on the bottom of the photo you may find a caption!
It was getting late, so we headed over to the second stop on our excursion. This one should catch your eye, Dan. I think it was your kind of place. 😉
I have more photos but not enough time to edit and put them in this post. I also feel this might be one of the best put together museums that I have ever visited. It truly warrants its own post when I have the chance. Meanwhile, here are a few of the highlights. If you are ever in Kennesaw, and if you love trains or history, be sure to stop by.
The General of the Great Locomotive Race
Making trains. Look where it’s made, Dan!
I loved this story
Owney the train dog
The one on top is a real Flintlock Musket. Color me impressed
Then we were hungry so headed in search of food. We found a new little place called The Nest and grabbed some cold beer and Barbecue. I had mine in tacos. I hope your Free48 was beautiful. Got a busy week ahead so you may not hear from me for a bit. Have a great week and stay cool, in all ways. 😎
I’m sorry about not delivering a #Free48 post today and I promise to catch up. The truth is I didn’t sleep well last night. I have several family members and dear friends who are struggling with health issues and they are weighing heavily on my heart.
I dreamed of one friend , a silly sort of dream, that I will try to unravel on my own; but at some point I was shown yellow roses. I know I receive all kinds of dream messages and this one was clear. Since the little birds decided to get up at 4 am and serenade me, I thought of one of my favorite hymns, one that always gave me peace and hope.
It was also one of my mother’s very favorites. This is for anyone out there who feels alone and is struggling with pain or sorrow. You are never, ever alone. Just reach out with your heart.
One of my little friends. She may not be a sparrow, but she seems pretty confident that someone is taking care of things.
Rose, yellow The yellow rose is the omen of connection and friendship between people and you….
We all need to love one another, no matter the time, distance or energy that passes between us. Have a beautiful, healing week everyone. Pass it on.