February 13th, 2023

On Sunday I walked a trail with the Ocean waves pounding a rhythm  to my right unseen behind the dunes and a road to my left, hidden behind the cover of trees. It was such a liminal space between the vast ocean and pavement of humanity. 
As my Dog led me along and my husband followed close behind, I ducked under a Cypress branch and heavy wings pounded inches above my head. When I looked up, a turkey vulture had just taken flight. So close I could reach up and touch it. Two others followed. I paused, breath taken at the sight of being so close to such massive wings. 

The turkey vulture is such a powerful animal. It thrives on death and in doing so keeps the living safe. It lives in the in between tending to dying while living and tending to the living through consuming the dead. 

The timing of this encounter was so perfect I actually laughed aloud. I have been hanging in the liminal of late. I am newly perimenopausal and through a brief but necessary hormonal ingestion, I have been completely out of sorts. 
In the past few weeks I  kept finding myself wondering where all my magic had gone. The sparkle and flow were fleeting or void like, my thoughts were cloudy, my dreams were loud yet offered me no clear insight instead leaving me awakening in the morning with a deep longing for someone I used to be. 

It’s been a ride my friends. Yet the arrival of Turkey Vulture and their timing with the ending of the medication, felt like a stunning reminder that I am a bridge between worlds. That we all are. Sometimes we walk in the light and sometimes in the dark. Sometimes we wander while straddling the two. But there is passage between worlds. We banned not be stuck in one place or the other. 

It can feel sometimes like darkness is surrounding us and the light will never arrive. Yet the truth is the light is there parallelling us at all times we just have to find the access point. 

It is not always as straightforward as a chemical shift. Sometimes we need help, allies. Sometimes we need Turkey Vultures to take flight above our heads and sometimes we just need a friend to hold our hand or make us a cup of tea. 

The day after this encounter, I was directed into the realm of the Fae by a very wise tarot deck and guided to reconnect with some old fairy allies that I’ve been out of touch with for way too long. 

With my renewed faith, the beginning of Spring and some Fairy Folk guiding the way, I’m feeling pretty certain things are looking up!

Questions to ponder:
How do you bridge worlds?
Is the liminal a comfortable place for you to reside?
How do you find guidance in the dark places?
Who are your allies?

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