I’m in the waiting room. Making an art form out of wasting time. So I have spent a lot of time inside. I went out birding last night and remembered why I do that. After about an hour had passed by, which felt like 5 minutes, I realized I can’t think about anything else at all while I am birding. Everything is dissolved into the atmosphere as I sit and watch. Or stalk a hawk. Or squeal over a chickadee. But even when I’m just sitting there waiting on a bird to show, I am completely in the moment. I think we all need moments like this.
Tonight my husband and I got some coffee and went back to the river. I didn’t see many birds. A Great Blue Heron came flying downstream, loudly squonk, squonk, squonk-ing. I saw and heard goldfinches– they are becoming my yellow bird of happiness. Just a little whisper from the Divine to remember my joy. But the search cleansed me, and the waiting gave me something to wait for besides whatever life is going to throw us next. I became enchanted with the cute little snail above. He was bean-sized and so detailed it pained me. I found him in the water thinking he was a fishing sinker.
Then as we were leaving, I saw this little guy about to cross the road. I nudged him, and sure enough, he was alive. How beautiful are those patterns? I picked him up and he hissed so quietly I thought I was imagining things.
Then I saw his little face and I almost involuntarily kissed him on his little nose! We were good stewards and moved him away from the road, returning him back to where he belongs. It was tempting to think about taking him home to show the kids, but he seemed scared and that’s just not nice anyway. On the way home, I am pretty sure we saw an Osprey flying over Boone Lake. It would be a life bird for me, but as I was driving over the bridge, I didn’t get the best look. It had a huge wingspan though, with its almost unmistakable wing shape. I am hearing tell of them being in the area, as well as Bald Eagles.
I am so excited to think about all the things I have yet to discover.