The Standing One

A rainy weekend, so I've enjoyed working in my Nest.  I'm not sure why I love rainy days, but I've always suspected it has to do with my mom.  She's an artist, and when I was a kid, she used art projects to keep her three daughters occupied on rainy days.  I still have the rock paperweight I made once with a tiger decal on it.  And then there's the thunder and lightening that I LOVE.  I love to sit on the front porch and just enjoy the winds and the voices of the sky.

For the past week, maybe two, I've been honoring my physical spirit by working out every day, and my emotional spirit by reconnecting with my journal.  This has been good.  One day a couple of weeks ago, on a walk at the edge of the woods, I found a piece of bark that spoke to me.  I brought it home and gave it a place of honor on my wobbly work table.  Several times I picked it up thinking to use it, but could never figure out what to do with it.  And then today, it stepped forward and said, "it's time."  The result is The Standing One, pictured here.  I wish she had more of a Native American looking face, but I don't mean to question my Spirit Guide. Now I'm trying to figure out how to make her stand, or should she just hang on the wall?  I'm considering attaching her to a stone, combining the Standing One with one of the Stone People.  We'll see if one presents itself.