More Journeys to meet Nature & Her Children
About two weeks ago, I´ve visited the highest point of São Paulo, Jaraguá Peak, a shorter trip than the former (to Tietê River´s wellspring). About 30 minutes of a winding uphill road through a green, fresh forest, then I´d left my car at the tourist center, near the summit, and went further.
There´s a viewing point eastward, but the warm and foggy weather didn´t helped much, so I climbed 250-like steps of a narrow but solid stairway and arrived on the real summit (1135 mts. high), sweating through all pores but happy at the sight of the Sun high in the sky.
There´s a radiodifusion station there with a tall antenna, and there were thousands of moths resting on the shadows, small, medium and as-big-as-birds, all the gray/brown spectrum of wing markings represented there (and some green moths among them -- pity I don´t have the Keys of Solomon anymore, there was a fortune spell there that required a pair of live green moths); swirling clouds of birds gyrated on the Sun, catching invisible but obviously edible bugs in the air.
I stood there, took out my soaked shirt to dry a little and also to have a sun-bath, and tried to contact the Spirit of the Peak -- He was there, powerful and calm, a Presence deeply rooted on the Land and unreservedly open to the light of Sky; I greeted Him, gave thanks for the beauty and peace of His place, left an offering there (a small red agate), asked for blessings on my Work, my family/friends, and said goodbye, promising to return soon, and taking with me a little white pebble from the summit as a link to the Peak (Jaraguá means "lord of the valley" in Tupi).
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Two days ago I went to the Botanical Gardens of São Paulo, where the wellspring of the Ipiranga River is located, deep at the heart of the Mata Atlãntica (Atlantic forest)but at the heart of the city; the Garden was almost empty for a Wednesday afternoon, and I went to the more evident source of the Ipiranga (there are more than one);
I called the Spirit of the River, and She appeared to my perception, serene and quiet, blessing me and receiving from me a small blue agate as my offering to Her; I went to other two springs, deeper in the forest setor of the Garden, and renewed the contact there, taking some water with me back home.
Now I have water from Tietê and Ipiranga and a stone from Jaraguá -- maybe I could go to the Serra da Cantareira, at the northern part of São Paulo, or/and to the source of the Tamanduateí River, near Mauá, to build my network of local Land Spirits and learn to work with Them.
There´s a viewing point eastward, but the warm and foggy weather didn´t helped much, so I climbed 250-like steps of a narrow but solid stairway and arrived on the real summit (1135 mts. high), sweating through all pores but happy at the sight of the Sun high in the sky.
There´s a radiodifusion station there with a tall antenna, and there were thousands of moths resting on the shadows, small, medium and as-big-as-birds, all the gray/brown spectrum of wing markings represented there (and some green moths among them -- pity I don´t have the Keys of Solomon anymore, there was a fortune spell there that required a pair of live green moths); swirling clouds of birds gyrated on the Sun, catching invisible but obviously edible bugs in the air.
I stood there, took out my soaked shirt to dry a little and also to have a sun-bath, and tried to contact the Spirit of the Peak -- He was there, powerful and calm, a Presence deeply rooted on the Land and unreservedly open to the light of Sky; I greeted Him, gave thanks for the beauty and peace of His place, left an offering there (a small red agate), asked for blessings on my Work, my family/friends, and said goodbye, promising to return soon, and taking with me a little white pebble from the summit as a link to the Peak (Jaraguá means "lord of the valley" in Tupi).
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Two days ago I went to the Botanical Gardens of São Paulo, where the wellspring of the Ipiranga River is located, deep at the heart of the Mata Atlãntica (Atlantic forest)but at the heart of the city; the Garden was almost empty for a Wednesday afternoon, and I went to the more evident source of the Ipiranga (there are more than one);
I called the Spirit of the River, and She appeared to my perception, serene and quiet, blessing me and receiving from me a small blue agate as my offering to Her; I went to other two springs, deeper in the forest setor of the Garden, and renewed the contact there, taking some water with me back home.
Now I have water from Tietê and Ipiranga and a stone from Jaraguá -- maybe I could go to the Serra da Cantareira, at the northern part of São Paulo, or/and to the source of the Tamanduateí River, near Mauá, to build my network of local Land Spirits and learn to work with Them.