Wandering in the woods today, listening to the lack of sound and feeling the slowness of time I came to consider that which I desire in my life and the many lessons I have learned thus far as I stand upon the precipice of another revolution around the sun. I long for quiet spaces and places. For slow places - those corners of the garden, the forest, the day where time stands still and I can fully experience my breath and existence. I seek them out. I can not help myself. In those spaces I am able to find myself so I can return again and again to the world of busy around me and the discomfort it brings. I seek the content of survival, and comfort of thrival. I long for time with those who love me unconditionally - in my ugly and in my beautiful. I like the me I became as I journeyed through 41. Ilike the me I am becoming as I turn to greet 42. I am most grateful for the life I have with those I love.
Silent
What you can't see is the Cooper's hawk that's hanging out in there..
Harvey
That's the last suet for this year.. well, maybe I will put out one more..
On a Hill
Today I taught a class about birds at the state botanical gardens. This is where I sat when we got outside to sit to observe birds. To know the birds you have to spend time with them. Here I saw a green anole running down a tree, two chickadees trying to decide whose territory this was. I saw a male cardinal feeding his lady making sure she knows he's going to provide when their babies come. I heard a woodpecker drumming, watched an Eastern Phoebe catch an insect flying through the air. I heard a hawk call while the breeze passed over my skin. We sat for 30 minutes and it was endless entertainment.. and I got to spend hours talking about birds.
