| Hi iza,
A week and a half ago we moved into our new home.
I keep walking around hearing the following in my mind:
“I get to stay here.”
And while the house is beautiful (despite needing a lot of love in the form of projects that we’ll be working on for the next 5-10 years), there’s something about it that I didn’t even think to wish for:
My plant and animal neighbors.
The other morning I looked out the picture window over the bathtub and saw a deer nursing her teeny tiny fawn, dappled with those precious little white dots all over its back.
I sat in slack-jawed awe as I drooled toothpaste onto my pajama shirt.
Yesterday I walked up our insanely steep driveway (my tush is going to be so high and tight from the incline) and a huge owl swooped right across my line of sight.
This morning as I did a forward bend in the sunrise in the backyard, the teeniest, most perfect snail caught my eye as it slowly inched its way across the patio. The infinitesimal spiral on the shell on its back took my breath away.
Then there are the vines of luscious, verdant leaves wrapped around some of the tree trunks on the edge of the woods surrounding our backyard. They’re so mystical I can’t stop looking at them. They make me feel like anything is possible. I don’t know why but I trust it.
(I’ve been told by a trusted source that those vibes are kudzu and that if they’re on the edge of the woods it’s ok and I don’t need to worry about their invasiveness.)
Then yesterday afternoon, I pulled back the cover on a patio chair and discovered that a mama bird had made a nest out of the most intricate spiral of moss and branches right there on the cushion. It looked like sacred geometry. Correction: It was sacred geometry.
When I peered inside, there was a tiny little bird nestled in there, barely bigger than the end of my thumb, with its mouth wide open asking to be fed in the most heartbreakingly vulnerable way.
Pure magic. Everywhere. A gift from Mother Earth herself. Available to wonder at for no cost at all other than my time and presence.
Five years ago I wouldn’t have had the capacity to receive this bounty. I was wound too tight and the pace required to notice was so anachronistic to my default rushing that it almost hurt.
But something has changed since then.
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