A few weeks ago I passed Turkey on the side of the road. His spirit had moved on, yet he seemed to wave with his upturned wing. I stopped, picked him up, and put him in the back of my car.
My father helped me remove his wings and tail feathers, to give to friends as sacred gifts. Then I buried Turkey at the ancient tree in my yard, with a ceremony of drumming and song.
Now the Turkey Spirit of gratitude, blessings and abundance nourishes the tree which overlooks my home and healing room.
The simple practice of honoring animal and plant spirits has illuminated my path in life. Sending love and light to you on your unique journey.