Not having a good morning, so on my way to work I asked a land spirit for help. Going to and from work, I pass the earthen thing and praise it because it’s fucking awesome and seeing it always lifts my heart because reasons.
I apologized for asking for help and asked specifically for help to “keep my footing and not allow the blustery winds of assholes and circumstances to blow me down”.
It answered.
My god, it answered.
It felt like a landslide covered my spirit and buried me in gravitational waves.
“You got this. You’re awesome. They can’t hold you down. I can’t hold you down. Nothing can. Because [your nature]. You are a force to be reckoned with and I [salute] you. Keep flying [little bird]. When you need a perch to rest, I have many available for you. But keep flying.”
I did not expect a motivational speech. Did not expect a hill to use trees as pom-poms. Did not expect to be “refused” help. But the refusal came as a confirmation.
I got this.
I am more than what I perceive I am.
The land spirit has confidence in me.
Okay.
Let’s go.
EPILOGUE:
Driving past the hills I associate with that land spirit, I meant to give my usual high velocity hail and farewell. I felt it rumbling the moment it came in view during the turn.
“Told you, you’d be okay.”
“How’d you know?”
“The bedrock may be fractured but the land is one. [The land your workplace is built on] can be heard as clearly as [the land] across the creek.”
I had the sense being in the presence of a large mammal lazing in its lair. I was but a darting sparrow hopping about the entrance while the massive beast opened an eye to look upon me with amusement. For all the times I have passed this hill and enjoyed it’s presence, today was the first time it returned the attention.
It closed its eye as the traffic took me away from the hill. There is more to this interaction than I am cognitively aware of. I’ll chew on it later.