🖤 The Raven’s Laughter
While waiting between buses, I heard laughter that wasn’t laughter. It rolled low, rattling like a man’s chuckle in a box, yet perched high upon the tower’s crown. A great dark bird with a forked tail watched me, laughing again with each dip.
I asked if Luke had sent him to say hihi. He answered with quicker sounds, amused.
The smaller birds stayed hidden. The moth-guides had already shown the way. And when the bus arrived, I carried with me a new feather for my window shrine—pinecone, acorn, stone, Saint Raphael, and now, the raven’s gift.
✨ Don’t forget joy! Don’t forget to play, even while you walk the Way!
Tulla of the Ribbons
Tulla tends a garden of ribbons, soul-scrolls, and stories whispered under lanternlight. She writes not to explain, but to remember.