My mind has been feeling a bit mushy lately, I think I might be coming down with a cold or feeling the seasonal changes with my wonky immune system. Bleh, being all gunky and mucus clogged is no fun.
I got a chance to check on my container garden, and found a small gray Toad, who let me hold it for a moment, then hopped away. It seemed to disappear once it landed on the pavement, but I think it might be back. I hope so, and will be placing some hidey holes in the front and in case it does.
Sadly, I also found a dead Toad after we went grocery shopping. It looked like it had been stepped on, but when we left I didn’t see any signs. I carefully picked it up and carried it to my back planter box, and buried it under moist, cool soil, two sticks in the shape of a cross, and a pile of flat stones to ensure it won’t be disturbed. I whispered apologies for its death as I placed it into the grave, and left fighting back tears. I hate seeing animals die, but as a Witch I want to offer more to an animal’s spirit then just getting kicked out of the way, or run over by a car until nothing is left but bloody mush.
My eldest daughter J asked what I was doing outside, so I explained that I had found a dead Toad, and that I wanted to bury it in order to offer respect to the Spirit of the Toad. I said that I was planning on leaving offerings on top of the stones of food, incense, or playing music for the toad, in hopes of being able to call upon the Toad’s Spirit for magical assistance.
I plan on leaving the grave alone for several months at least, in order for the tissues to decompose, and maybe I will get a few bones out of it. If I do, then I will use them to work with the Toad Spirit.