The Sunday after my lovely coastal sojourn, I spent some time sorting out my finds and working a bit with heron (feeling strongly my leg belongs to heron). I cleaned up one of the bones and removed the claw to be set into a mixture of cornmeal and salt for a bit. I chose the bone for reading and the claw for future – I don’t know who he belongs to but I am sure that will come. I took what remained out to the garden to return it to the earth. I left an offering of honeyed oil, rosemary (for remembrance), and seashell.
Herons are solitary birds, intelligent and self-reliant… their legs reflective of great balance. Being a water bird, they straddle the three realms of water, earth, and sky. Thus, they are often associated with the in-between. During my searching, I found here something that really resonated – “Meaning of the heron deals with being comfortable in spaces that are neither here, nor there. It prefers hunting at twilight, which is a symbolic and magical time of ‘in-between’. The heron will have one foot on land, and one foot in the water – this action has been recognized by ancient cultures as a sign of liminality – of crossing into the a space that is neither here, nor there.” Another great article (among many) can be found here, as well.
It brought to mind a heron fetiche that I had passed on a Yule or so ago to my friend Walking Bear… interesting that another bit of heron would find its way to me while in his company. Also, that it came at a time when heron seems to be prevalent in another of my friends’ lives… she having just brought me a feather from an encounter only a day after I wrote the first draft for this post. She’d been seeing them often and they had been popping up in her cards. It seems heron is always visiting me while on its way to another, I being but a go between.