I have been weeding and communing at ground level and tho' enjoying it all
sensing still a limitation behind these garden walls. The sun and clouds just beckon me
beyond and I long to fly over the gate into the balm of imagined green pastures.
As I was sitting feeding the fish I happened to look up and there as the sun was setting the very
top of the river birch tree was illuminated and perch for about ten cedar wax wings sunning themselves.
Thrilled I ran for the binoculars….identifying the ochre underbellies, top notch and mask and
felt utterly amused that they pleasured themselves in the golden warmth beyond which shone
a lovely growing moon. Not only did the casual sociability tickle me but the generosity of the tree
itself…It stood as an open hearted sentinel offering friendship and shade, home to squirrel, and
a soft presence to me….. I was completely rewarded by these attractions and glad to realize the
immediate comraderie within the intimacy of my surroundings…The isolation fled and was replaced
by a joy unique to the sheer beauty I beheld. Specifically I noted the measure of distance beyond the
tree limbs and up into outer space where moon waxed against an evening sky. This pre-reflective observation brought
previous senses of confinement back into balance and I felt immense relief and connection instantly.
It was a gorgeous revelation of paying attention to the detail and communication that's available
everywhere even in our own back yard.