As I try to do what I say I will do, I went out yesterday to paint the rebar that is sticking out of the road . First, however, I found a dead raven, mostly eaten, on the property. I imagined the fear he must have had as he was being attacked. These creatures are strong pirates of the wilderness, have sharp minds and sharp claws. They are a part of the heritage here and are the largest songbird in North America. They are not a dark spirit guide, but an intelligent listener, according to American Indian legend. You are to expect frequent changes if a raven perches on your shoulder. I gathered some of the silky feathers and continued on to paint the rebar.
Almost a mile down the road I encountered the road hazard I wrote of yesterday. It was still there, reaching from beneath the dirt into the air to snag any unsuspecting tire or shoe. Quickly I took out my blue spray paint, painted it and a circle around it to alert others to the danger. I am unsure why I felt I had to paint it so quickly or so secretly when I was only trying to help. Just that old fear of criticism, I suspect.
I returned home and thought again about fear- I felt empathy for the raven's final fear and from the rebar that doing SOMETHING, ANYTHING to solve a problem can relieve fear and/or anxiety.