Confessions of a Grandma

It is a rainy Monday morning and I sit at my dining room table sipping my morning coffee, staring out at the gloom through the doorway.  The brown field, no longer mowed, marching slowly but surely toward foresting itself, is framed by my still green lawn and the white pine marching atop the ridge. Over the rim of my coffee cup, through the haze of steam, I see a dark form sweep by.  It is a crow circling the back yard.  It lands and marches sentry-like in line with the deck railing. I get up and quietly open the door so that I can toss out the toast crusts, breakfast for my faithful morning visitor. Crows have a usually black with tints of blue depending on the light shining on them. Their color is symbolic of the onset of creation, of the void or what has not taken form yet. Fascinating spirit animals, they carry the energy of life mysteries and the power for deep inner transformation. As a spirit guide, the crow will guide you in getting in touch w...