Before doing anything else (apart from taking dog out for morning business, cleaning out woodstoves, lighting one, having a cup of coffee, putting the groceries away, feeding the birds, watering the cats indoors and plants outdoors, going down to the stream to hang up a squirrel treat in a poplar tree), I needed to listen to the Oracle. Glad I did.
Always dance like cats play,
with the rhythm of life,
linger about green growing things,
and look for peace in the wet grass.
Listen to the voices of the trees,
remember, only hard hearts
are deaf to the music of the stars
and live as prisoners of the night.