And.. with the wind.. came a new friend.. yet to be named.. his mama and siblings are gone.. so little and so sweet. We will raise you up and let you back out into the wild when the time is right. For now, welcome to the family.
Whew
Wind scares me. Living under trees - mostly pine and sweetgum - I think about them falling, bending, breaking over my worldly things. I worry about the strain and stress that will come when the wind has blown one time in just the right way and the damage it will leave behind. I worry. I am a worrier. And the wind really makes me worry. Walking around and seeing the debris and the small insignificant amount of time I will spend cleaning up I am grateful to our trees for standing tall in the weather the subtle way they do. I am also aware that we are lucky and will be praying for everyone who has not been as fortunate as we were this time. Wind ushers change - often devastating change. Please support as best you can all the people in all the places that have been touched by wind, fire, rain, flooding, and smoke. Pay attention to the needs we don't easily see and give where you are able to lovingly. This is not a time in our history of being human to be selfish. There is much work to be done - on every level possible.
Mirror
Although the tree in the middle looks barren of leaves it has found a way to grow with its feet deep in the muck of the pond.
Green Heron
Clay Pit Pond sometimes calls to me. Many weekend mornings I wake and go outside to listen and visit with my bird friends. Very subtly through the molecules of air I hear the ripples of the kingfisher and smell the waters edge.. I know I have to go. I trust the sun will shine over it joyfully today. Thankfully, I almost always have the good company of @dirtpunk to go along with me. When we arrive and the kingfisher calls, the beaver gives a good tail slap, and the heron flies I am so grateful for my life and the connection to the earth around me.. How can I not be when green herons are my neighbors? I mean.. look at it!
