Observance and Contemplation

Coyotes yip and howl just beyond the tree line beside the house. They are close. We all pause to listen—the dog's ears attentively perked. The sound is haunting, primal and oddly comforting somehow. Is it a territorial display, a role call or are they simply bonding in the waning light of the most recent full moon? They've been there the last two nights, so probably not celebrating downed prey—at least I hope not, there are a lot of cats around here. 

We're in a new house, surrounded on two sides by woods filled with pine trees, Leland Cyprus, redbuds, thorny locusts, Chinese privet, two huge Bradford pear trees in the back yard and a horse pasture that can be seen through the trees in the back. It is literally a little slice of heaven on earth, well, for me anyway. All this nature is a serotonin goldmine. 

A possum living in an abandoned squirrel's nest in a tree right on the fence line, peers its little face over the edge, and watches me quizzically one morning just before the sunrise. I am smitten. The corner of my eye catches movement in the trees at dusk—a spooked great horned owl just as it spreads its giant wings, silently, and lands nearby. Her, hoo-h'HOO-hoo-hoo confirming it wasn't a specter. Horses whinny in the distant pasture, sometimes I catch a glimpse of them through the break in the trees, chestnut beauties with dark brown manes. Their tails flick side to side as they amble lazily in the sublime light of golden hour. 

There are squirrels, blue jays, cardinals, sparrows, downy woodpeckers, northern flickers, bees, bats, dragonflies...and the coyotes. This place might heal me in ways I didn't know I needed healing. The energy here is quite perfect, and I am steeped in gratitude and thoughtful contemplation of what is possible. Life is so good.