As I was putting the groceries in the car today, I saw a gaggle (or gaggles, there were lots of formations and some independent souls) of geese. I quickly got in the car so I wouldn't catch any doo-doo on my head. I am thankful (and a bit surprised) I was able to look up, and open my window, so I could enjoy the beauty of the sight and sound. I was in the moment, something I rarely am! After the hundreds of geese were past (going north - is that normal?) one geese came up from way behind, trying to catch up. I could relate.
Then, while I was unloading the groceries I heard loud caws from the stand of pine trees. There were many crows yucking it up. The sound would peter off and then there would be one that didn't stop or would start again and all would follow. I watched and listened. I was fascinated and fearful. I always think of the crow that was in my house after Sam died. I fear their Native American symbolism.
I feel hopeful that I can be present for a simple moment of life.
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