|Traditional cucumber cooling - low energy treat of summer|
|The smell of woodsmoke is my favourite aromatherapy|
|Hozuki and morning glory green curtain container garden|
|Green curtain of hozuki and morning glory|
|Useful 'edge' garden with rain chain|
The rain chain directs the water from the roof to the pot plants, as needed.
Well, they're getting there.
As I never decline a chance for a wish or a prayer, I do the usual drill:
Ring the bell to let him or her know you are here.
Then, deliver your wish, your prayer, or just leave a comment.
There's a proper, main shrine down the road, and I generally save up my grand prayers for there - the end of slavery, no more war.
The fox shrine is for more playful prayers, so I closed eyes, to think up something interesting.
This time the prayer got delivered my way, instead.
The fox spirit congratulated me on what a deft little fox I had turned into.
How I had gotten so skilled at shape-shifting, at adapting to live in other people's houses, cozy then free, cozy then free.
She congradulated me for hanging on in there long enough to get old and wise and full of tails, and to hold workshops that change things for people, big time.
The way Im becoming able to solve wicked problems with just a sentence, a phrase, really is starting to look like magic.
She even asked me if I was planning on doing that thing that some kitsune are said to to.
Taking on the shape of a lovely woman, they draw unsuspecting young men into a dream-world life, where their fox-wife looks afar them beautifully and dutifully. Then one day they see her tail, or some other clue, and awaken, disoriented, disheveled, and far from home.
Mmm. What kind of question is that?? Why ask me?
Then she gave me a present - just an image, a new one, to hold in my mind.
It was of a lovely peaceful fox-hole in the brown earth, filled with the fluffy warm bodies of my little fox-babies. I can nestle up with them, have an underground holiday with them, snoozing and gnawing on the bones of what I gather on my break-time walks.
Motherhood can be a retreat from the glare and noise of the world.
You can leave the world while you do it, in a sleepy haze, until they are big and leave you, as they do.
I never saw it like that before.