Garza Guerrera/Warrior Heron: Eggs over Egos #5
Updated: Jan 5
Garza opened her eyes abruptly from the cries of the cottage roosters, the sun was beginning to rise and the heavens to hills displayed everyone of God given colours. Garza snuggled into a warm handmade blanket Nedra supplied over her as she slept. Being hugged by this humble gift, looking upon the paintings of her Sky Father Garza became overtaken with grace. 'I have done nothing to deserve this yet you love me unconditionally.'
'Eggs my dear?' Nedra offered with a twinkle of light that rose along the daylight.
The combination of butter, burning pine and fried eggs created a spiral of decadent aroma dancing around the flames, passed its glory to Garza by way of a gentle breeze.
'I'd be a fool to decline such luxurious food, absolutely I would like some!' Garza replied with deep gratitude. 'Thank you for your endless hospitality Nedra how could I possibly repay you for your kindheartedness?'
Nedra responded with reassurance 'Your presence alone will suffice my dear, love is a universal language which is always understood and eventually finding its way back to its giver. I know in my soul that along your travels you will light the spirits of many, paying it forward to those who's bodies ache for a morsel of hope, you will surely sacrifice yourself retrieving the lost. Garza, my sister you have been chosen to lead many to higher ground and with that I knowingly pass my love to you to fly upon another.'
Kind words are like honey, sweet to the soul and healthy for the body. -Proverbs 16:24
The wisdom and faith Nedra spoke onto Garza infused her skin with goosebumps. Garza hoisted her arm to eye level puzzled by this visual representation of internal sensation.
Nedra giggled adding 'Your vessel agrees to these words as well I see.'
Garza looked up at her in wonderment and smiled until her teeth became exposed. Reaching for the plate and hand crafted spoon presented to her she observed the contents, three perfectly cooked over easy eggs. Holding the plate perpendicular to her face she breathed in the glorious scent, baffled by the universe choosing to provide her with such amazing fuel Garza bowed her head in respect and spoke with thanksgiving;
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done; on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.
'Amen,' Angus echoed having followed the smell of breakfast from the stables he had been tending to. 'So Garza, where is the wind sending you next?'
Garza panicked at the question which she held no answer, she had been allowing the sky to direct her feet but her grounding to the source seemed to be at a disconnect. Shame leapt upon her shoulders forcing her head to look down. 'I don't know. I should know, shouldn't I?'
A voice interceded her trail of thoughts;
'Keep on asking, and you will be given what you ask for. Keep on looking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened.' -Matthew 7:7
Garzas gaze began to lift as confirmation filled her ears, without hesitation she turned her vision towards the left where a bridge crossed over a small river. Current of air took life affirming the correct course of action.
'I'm to go that way,' Garza pointed with enthusiasm.
Gobbling up the remainder of her food eager to explore the depths of forest ahead Garza brushed off her coverings and looked upon the faces of her Oak Tree friends. Embracing each of them with a farewell Garza parted with these words;
‘I will return upon you both, for your love has been seen by my father and blessings will be distributed across your lands for many years to come. Take heart amidst the dark days keeping faith for joy is around the corner, this I know. Farewell my friends and thank you for everything.’
Waving behind her the Oaks leaned against each other rooting themselves in the rich soil of love. Their legs held strong emersed within the ground they immolated their bodies to enrich. Garza walked along the bridge toward the plains of many trees following the path paved before her, not all who wonder are lost, some are just being led one step at a time refining their commitment to faith.