Tag: #riseup

Good morning from… by the brook♡

Though the heat seems to have slowed my mind and body, my sweet ducks are alive and active as ever. This time of the season they congregate together, playfully splashing about in the brook, vigorously grooming themselves, poking at one another to claim their small square of standing space. There is an abundance of duck down tossed about, riding streams of air and softly landing amongst the brown hay where there was once soft strands of grass not so long ago. Mama Deer and her baby have passed through a few times since we last spoke. Their quiet, enchanting charm always thrilling me. Last evening I noticed a duck perched closely at the edge of the brook. It struck me odd, as all the others were wildly scattering about my patio hoping to receive yet more tossed delicious bits. I slowly drew near to her and noticing she was injured. It appeared her left leg was bothering her and she was very reluctant to move as she must have been in a good amount of pain. I kept watch on her as the night sky darkened, and when the rest took flight, she did not. I once again went closer to her, hoping not to frighten her, and it seemed as if she was not able to fly. She snuggled into a tight ball and there she stayed in the calm silence of the night. She wasn’t there this morning and I pray she regained her mobility and is amongst the rest standing before me this morning ♡

I hear the high pitched thrill of a hawk close by and it sets my body in a heightened state. I know the circle of life must continue to turn in order for life to continue to breathe… but it still aches my heart, pulling my breath straight out of my lungs and replacing it with dreaded dismay. Nature, always flowing, always changing. She is so wise, understanding how life can never remain stagnant; but always in a state of becoming. It’s where I find myself a lot of the time and I wonder, will there ever be a cycle of contented permanence. Though as I release these thoughts into the ethers, I know deep within this is not where I truly want to be; rather to embrace my constant evolution of becoming. To allow the seasons to flow through me. Bringing in light and darkness, highs and lows, sadness and joy.