Crow Medicine.

It has started snowing again and I've been drinking out of the mug that Leah sent me for the mug swap since it arrived on my doorstep this past Friday.

At the moment I'm drinking a mocha complete with whipped cream and cinnamon that my 5 year old niece grated and ground all by her little self. This is the sort of thing that feeds a person from the inside out. ;)

I feel content and am loving my new cup--not just because it is a beautiful color or because it feels good in my hands or because it is just the right size--but also because of the letter that Leah sent along with it explaining her connection with crows and her reasons for sending a little crow energy my way.

Synchronicity occurs in strange and wonderful ways. And I say this because last week, as I walked in the woods, I was accompanied by a crow the entire way--from the time I left home until the time I returned. The crow cawed until it had my attention, then silently watched, flying from branch to branch as it followed wolfie and I down the path (up and down and through the woods and past the pond, over the ridge and through more woods...). I stopped and stood a few times to appreciate the persistence of this particular crow and wonder what it was trying to tell me.

And then came Leah's package....
She wrote that crows are an omen of change.

Sometimes I think there is much more going on than we could even begin to realize. And so thank you, Leah. I couldn't have received a more perfect mug.