While we watched birds eating at the bird feeder, Malcolm, a small faerie man, told me, “We must learn to walk upon our Mother Earth in the stillness of our spirit.”
He paused, reflectively watching the birds. “We must walk gently upon her as birds leaving their tracks in the snow. The tracks are there for a brief time until they melt away, leaving no sign of their passage. Learn to still your spirit so that even the birds trust to eat seed out of your hands. Then you will walk gently upon Mother Earth, doing her no harm and living in peace with Creation all around you. That is how our Mum and Da Creator meant for us to live.”
Then Malcolm became a bird and flew away.