Musings at the Marsh
Every day won't go as planned. Do you know what? I kind of like it like that... My body has been processing the major changes happening in my life, asking me for more rest lately. I wasn't honoring her.
Today I found myself sitting here, in the middle of town, hanging out with the birds in the marsh. An unplanned meeting. As I write to you, 6 of them are swimming directly in front of me, while a group of a few hundred circle the pond. One little black one has decided he's my homie, just hanging out closest to me, checking me out.
I took a pause for a moment when another little human bean walked by. An elder. If you know me, you know the joke. I sure love my "old folks". We asked each other how the day was going, shared some of this sunshine together. Bob moved here a few years back. He likes it here, especially all our waterfalls. We talked for a few moments, shook hands, and wished each other a beautiful day.
That it is. A beautiful day indeed.
A little cold. We're still just hovering around 0 in the peak of the day, usually, dipping into the freezing temperatures again overnight and through the morning. But the wind feels good. The sun feels good. The handshake felt good. The air feels good. I could find a 1000 things to complain about in this moment. A 1000 worries I could claim. But what's the use? I surrender to this moment.
To this beauty. This humanity. To sharing a lovely chat with a stranger. I hear the calls of the birds. A horse neighing as it's trailer rolled by. Not too much traffic. I surrender to my senses. To my faith. I feel Love. All around me, and within. Even when it hurts. Even when I'm not my "best" and feel like I could sleep for days. There's a trick to this life thing, you see. It starts with you and me. A moment to breathe. And so it is always a choice. Always a blessing. If you decide to look for yours. With Infinite Love & Understanding, with Light,
Unfortunately, in the end, Raven was not pleased that her request was fulfilled.
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