Well actually, now that I think of it...
it started in the spring.
I didn't know then, other than being a Steward of the Earth ~
that anything more was occurring than being entrusted in the burial.
I would do my thing ~ that Mojo that Kris does.
Then four days after it all "started on the New Moon" in early Summer, I knew.
I went to the water, as instructed by the Elder.
I had prepared a bouquet of flowers from my garden as a gift of Reverence and Peace.
I harvested fresh Spinach and Wild Strawberries as an offering.
I was prepared to ask the Water Spirit for a favor ~ a request.
I followed the instruction...
I inquired assistance in my matter.
I asserted my role in in being the Steward.
I laid to rest a great Messenger of the Sky.
After doing so, being approached in a Sacred manner ~
I was requested to honor an Elder.
And now the Great Messenger was back in the womb.
The Moon was new.
I stood with my back to the Water.
I beseeched the Creator.
I turned to face the Water Spirit.
I acknowledged my relation.
I queried the Water ~ and set afloat the gifts.
Four days after...
The Great Messenger returns.
My request was answered.
I fulfilled my request.
I honored the Elder.
I lay the second Great Messenger to rest.
Some months later...
I return to the site ~ the first Great Messenger...
the Earth removes easily.
The skeleton remains clean and intact ~ with one exception ~ a huge wound to the head ~ the skull riven.
Death was imminent for the Great Messenger.
Fast forward to today...
A Coopers Hawk fly's into my house and hangs out in my rafter.
Four days ago I gave the second and final rest to the first Great Messenger.
Back to our Mother Earth ~ all but one bone.
I asked to be shown a sign... that to keep a bone was ok...
that to have solved a mystery as to why, in the spring, such a strong and beautiful Great Messenger of the sky had fallen.
Peace to the Messenger ~ Thank you for the Message.