Today: "A murder of crows. They come. And they chant. They chant “ka” over and over again. But see the crow and what it does. It eats, steals, devours, the seeds. It begins in you though yourself and spreads. And then, no crop.
Also known for eating the dead. They just sit out there chanting his name, “ka, ka, ka.”
Ka’s game staring us in the face. Getting those seeds you know. What’s the seed i wonder in myself, my mind or heart? And how does he get it?
And what is the crows larger nemesis? Maybe that is how he gets at the seed, turning your back on them?
I wouldn’t know really. But i did however look over at a big bush today and i noticed that it blocked the light and made darkness right there in the day."
