Walking in the woods, I found this curled thorny twig. Stuck to the end of it was a feather, then a leaf and caught in the feathers tip, a single pine needle.
It felt magical to me. Like a bishops crosier or a sorcerers staff.
Except this small curled stick was made in nature.
I carried it with me on my walk. Even as windy as it was, the feather, leaf and pine needle all stayed attached to each other.
I left it in a hold in a tree.
The fact that ANY kind of white magic is afoot is so encouraging to me.
it did feel like white magic Micki.
Hi Maria. I’ve been traveling a bit, and not as present here. I love your posts. This one is especially beautiful. Take care.
Thanks Maggie, Hope you’ve been enjoying your travels!