Tag: Little Sparrow

It has been about two months since I last saw anything from the hillside spirit I zoom past to and from work. I had mentioned to others that it felt like a door was gradually closing starting last fall when the harvesting of the fields around the hill was at its peak.

The hillside spirit that calls me “Little Sparrow” is not easy to spot now. Its attention was full on the farmed fields before where I felt it strongest, and after its chastisement I stopped trying to snoop on its business.

Watching a little sparrow dart among the legs of chairs and patrons in the outside seating area of the coffeeshop. It’s September. If this was a wilderness area, the first fruits would be ripening as the grains go to seed.

The hillside spirit barely acknowledges my presence as I throw my Speed Limit + 10mph greeting out the window. (I’m still moving slow. The fast lane is usually cruised at SL+25.) Not surprisingly, really, as the crops under its guardianship are growing aggressively and the workers are often in the fields taking care of business.

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…