Nesting
Within the past few weeks I have been finding nests, empty nests. So many in fact that I began to think, "OK Universe, what message are you trying to send to me?" I found them here and there blown from trees, looking empty and sad. One day I kept going back to one in particular. I looked at it again and again, thought about it and finally felt compelled to go pick it up. The nest was well woven, thick and strong in my hands. It had good bones. Instantly an idea popped into my head and that thought was that I needed to fill this nest with something, something positive and happy. It was to be an act of intention. So the nest went home. Later that same day I also found a perfect little wren egg nestled in the grass, it was speckled and dear. There was a small hole pecked into the side so perhaps another bird stole the precious life before its time in order to sustain its own. I couldn't help but feel that this too was another message. Eggs in many cultur