This morning after scrambling around the house to shuffle all three kids out the door for an overnight with my mom, and then scrambling into the car myself, I found myself peering in the door of the yoga studio I was hoping to take a class at. I could clearly see all the shoes of the organized and timely people lined up by the wall (very orderly of course). But the door was locked, I had missed the class (I was suppose to get there at least 15 minutes early I later learned). Slightly dismayed I headed back into my car realizing that not only would I not being doing yoga but all of the rushing around I had done all morning was for nothing. But then I made myself feel better by deciding I would go on a hike. A hike through my backyard and into the misty forest behind our house.
Past the sledding hill, and the surprise "deer stand" Grace and Jackson are building for Ryan, past the frozen pond and the crumpled corn field until finally I entered the world of hawks and coyotes and birch trees.
I hiked down to the "lake" all the while inhaling the air as intentionally as I could (it's different in there). I took a few pictures, but mostly I just saw. I scared a hawk from it's high perch a top the trees and watched it fly away. I watched a mother and father cardinal scrounge through the forest together, hopping from bush to fallen tree, never leaving each others side.
I don't know why we don't come here more often, but I intend to change that.
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