The Goddess’s Gaze on Us
Animals’ eyes are doors to infinite
Yesterday we did a workshop in the forest to find the magical place, the place of power where to do our rituals. The forest was magical, crossed by waves of rain and sun, uninhabited by humans but so inhabited by magical energies and by animals, messengers of the invisible.
We found our place near two old yew trees. Continuing to explore, we met a thrush sitting in the middle of our path, we thought it was injured, it was not moving, it was perfectly still then it turned its head, looked at us for a long time then flew away.
Since time immemorial, in all the countryside of Europe, it is known that hearing the song of the thrush is a harbinger of rain. Thus, this small familiar bird played a great augural role among our close ancestors. It was even thought that it was a sign of longevity and that eating it could make one live longer. Its distinctive and melodious song made a great impression on the imagination of medieval men and women. So much so that they believed they recognized in it the song of the bird of paradise… ~ Didier Colin Dictionnaire des symboles, des mythes et des légendes
