For years I have gone to locations that called my attention. It was at these locations I learned to listen to the land and feel the energies of the space. Over time I have worked the concentric circles to become more present in our home soils. It is here on our homestead that I learn of the life cycles and kin we are sharing space with. Each season we put our attention into ways of creating more habitat and peaceful coexistence for all who share this space.  It was during a quiet afternoon that I was checking in with my heart. I had directly asked if I was still connected to the more than human world. I asked this question because things have been unusually quiet and I wondered if perhaps I had lost the connection.

Soon after asking the question, I felt the impulse to get up from my sit spot to clean up after our dog Charlie. It felt slightly unusual to go from that level of question to picking up poo, but it seemed best to not resist. As I made my way around the homestead, I noticed a small lump that was an unusual shape and size. Getting closer to the unknown forms, I saw they were three little wren babies.  The small lifeless bodies were returning to the earth with the help of ants and flies. I knew instinctively this was the offering for our Earth Exchange.  To honor the young ones who have a brief touch with Earth. The parents were nesting in a small birdhouse that hangs from our Peachtree. I found it unusual to not hear them for two solid days. It must have been during this time of their absence the hatchlings were facing their struggle.

Though we do not know the circumstances that caused the parents to leave their brood. We do feel it wasn’t without consideration. We watched the parents tend to their young with great diligence. They worked round the clock to bring back little bites of moths, worms, flies, and seeds. Their young did not thrive to become fledglings, but their life was of great service to other beings who were ready to return them to the Earth.