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<b> *a feather ink print in the corner of the page* I did not select the raven. Rather.. it selected me long before I grasped the reason why. As a child.. laughter was my constant companion. I traveled the wilderness with the skin as bright as autumn leaves in the sunlight.. Many viewed me as a dreamer, perpetually captivated by drifting feathers or mushrooms sprouting from decaying logs. Yet.. the wilderness never ridiculed me.. it listened intently. The ravens were always observing. They sat quietly above me as I inscribed verses in the earth. They trailed me along forgotten paths.. never seeking attention but only patience. I gradually came to understand that they were not harbingers of dread, as many thought but protectors of concealed truths. They perceived what others missed. They recognized that wisdom often dons dark feathers. As I journeyed along the Druid's path.. I discovered that every creature reveals a lesson to those who are willing to hear. The raven became my mentor because it mirrored the essence I had always possessed. Like the raven.. I gather tales instead of glittering possessions. I pursue neglected trails where others hesitate to go. I find delight in enigma rather than in certainty. The raven teaches me that death is never just an end. Each fallen leaf nurtures new life. Every goodbye transforms into a new beginning. Every error I commit adds another feather to my wings. Change is not something to dread.. it is the very pulse of nature. When the whispers of inspiration.. Awen.. drift through the forest, I perceive them as the call of the raven. It compels me to look beyond the surface.. to challenge what appears evident and to express truth through poetry rather than arrogance. A raven may not sing like a songbird yet its voice resonates with significance. Similarly.. I don't require flawless words to pay tribute to the gods.. I only need words that are sincere. This is why I identify as a Raven. Not due to being dark or grave but because I navigate the space between joy and wisdom.. curiosity and enigma. I take the time to observe before forming judgments. I hold onto memories that others overlook. I carry tales from the ancient oaks to those who are eager to listen. While others may only see a black bird soaring across the sky.. I recognize a messenger reminding me that every conclusion holds the promise of a new beginning. With each poem I compose.. I unfurl invisible wings, trusting the raven to lead me wherever the Wilderness desires my spirit to soar. -Sos | |