I attended a workshop as part of a group and one of the exercises we did involved going to meet our animal guide. We sat in a circle and in the middle of the circle there were cards from the Druid Animal Oracle deck, face downwards. We had to look at the cards and see which ones we were most drawn to. Then, we were to get up in our own time, pick up the card and not look at the picture on it straight away. After everyone had a card we were to look at the picture, the animal and the surroundings and then go to meet the animal.
As it turned out the first one I had been drawn to was the Raven, but that was collected just before I’d got there. Not a problem. The one I was drawn to next and did collect was the Wren.
This is what I wrote later on in the evening:
The Raven card called to me. out of those that remained the card that called was the wren, small and cunning. It is a creature of the East, the direction I chose earlier as the direction associated with magic.
I entered the grove and there were dried acorn shells underfoot. It is autumn.
I enter the grove. It is lush and green and there are cherry blossoms. It is warm and humid. the clear sky soon turns to thunder.
There is a small bird. He is darting around quickly, back and forth, feathering his nest. He flies up to me, hovering for a while like a humming bird. There is lightning and it reflects the pattern of flight and quick thinking of the bird.
“What do you seek?” he asks.
“Insight,” I reply.
He seems to laugh, but not sarcastically.
I raise my elbow and he perches on my arm. I stroke his feathers. He stays. He is confident. He doesn’t give me a message so much as a feeling, warm and confident, and like some sort of electro-magnetic charge. I feel very secure.
It starts to rain heavily. The wren practically glows and the colour is deep, not bright. He sings shrilly and takes flight. I spin in a circle, arms outstretched like in a dance. He returns with a small downy feather. I thread the pointed end of the feather shaft onto my dress by my right clavicle like a pin. My dress is long, wooly and green. My hair is redder. My change in appearance surprises me.
I thank the wren and he acknowledges this. He flies off. The heavy rain gives way to mist – it is time to go.
