Through several quirky happenings today, I ended up headed to Pleasant Ridge over an hour too early. Not enough time to get back to the office or home to accomplish any of the tasks on my agendas.
So I said to Myself – ideas? And Indian mounds popped right into my brain. I had been meaning to visit the two mounds still existing near all of us for a long time, and hadn’t managed to put them on my schedule. So – today was perfect – full moon energy, the sweetest and freshest weather, and time!
I was closer to Kennedy Heights at that time, and so turned on to Bantry, up a couple of streets, turned right at the street with a treed hill in the middle (one side is Dante, don’t remember the name of the street on the other side – don’t know why there are two names – you’ll see what I mean). That first treed hill, funny shaped, is where the old water tower used to be. The next one, more regular in shape, is the old mound.
I didn’t know it was a mound the first time I walked on it – until I noticed the energy was pushing up. Normally, as I walk around (I expect this is true for all of us, if we pay attention), my energy is going out, down, into nature. I’ll do that intentionally if I need grounding. But, as I discovered that day years ago, mounds are sources of energy – they push up. Refreshing.
After a while, I asked the mound if it wanted to talk. Instantly a fun little breeze sprang up, made me laugh, and I felt laughter. Then tears for the beauty, gratitude followed by joy. That was what the mound wanted me to know. I touched each of the trees in the circle (most mounds have trees in a circle on top, even though in this culture that was unlikely to happen intentionally) in thanks.
Next stop – Indian Mound Avenue in Norwood, off Montgomery. Follow that along for a while, and then there’s an old beat up looking water tower behind the houses on the right, and a small sign that says Tower Park. Park on the street and walk in – and right there in front of you is the mound, a small one.
It all looks neglected, but energy-wise is still very much alive. I walked up and touched the tree, not quite in the center, that is the grandparent. No circle of trees here, but as I leaned in to touch another one on the mound, I noticed the poison ivy. My hands had gone (luckily!) to the clear space. I walked back to the Grand, and noticed a little poison ivy there. In yet another coincidence in this day, I had 2 bags of plastic bags in my trunk, to be recycled. So I got out a big bag, put my arm in it (as one would to clean up after a pup), and cleared out that poison ivy. Perfect to be able to do that tree a favor.
Aaahhhhh. What a great day!
p. s. And I still had time to stop and pick up a spinach and feta croissant at Pleasant Perk before my appointment : >