It was one of those lovely winter days when I was lying on a branch of a tree, content to have shifted into a small female human and be hidden – or so I thought. Suddenly the raven flapped down beside me and squawked. I took it to mean “hello” so I responded appropriately. She muttered as she reached under her wing and pulled out a small key on a string with her beak.
Extending it forward towards me, she nodded and murmured. I tentively reached out and she nodded in response. A key! Whatever for? As if she could hear my thoughts, she replied, “It is the key you will need as you travel in a variety of ways and many places. Use it wisely!”
I was already in this realm of Riversleigh, so it wasn’t for me to get in. Where might I need this? Always more questions than answers. As I mulled this over, the raven flapped her wings and took off for places beyond my sight, so she didn’t want me to shift into a raven and join her. I clutched the key in my palm as I fastened the string around my wrist for safekeeping. Settling back down to once again to resume my time of being small and hidden, I pondered the nature of things appearing when you least expect. What was next?
healing haven 