He lands on a wall to my right - a flash of muted blue and white. The woodhouse’s scrub jay takes in his surroundings, as do I. I imagine our perspectives are quite different in this space.
My eyes move from one rock formation to another, taking in the red rocks that jut out at odd angles and balance precariously on one another. I imagine the scrub jay’s are scouring the rock surfaces a bit more intensely, looking for fallen berries or spring’s first insects. I pause to watch a rock climber search for a new handhold, pulling his body weight up a few more inches, in awe again at the physical perseverance needed to climb unforgiving landscapes. The scrub jay cocks his head, most likely tracking the movement in search of threat. For me, this meeting is a break from my normal routine, a breath of fresh air, a reminder to be present for life. As fellow slicer Steph so poignantly stated, it “calls me back to the awake world.” Something tells me the scrub jay is just as present, no matter who else ambles into his world. I'm reminded again that nature tends to the soul and pushes us to find pause in a world that can drown us in constant "doing."
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eddie hren
3/9/2023 01:42:18 pm
a present from the present that grounds us soundly in the present. so good. cool picture, great words sprung from it and a very solid lesson we can all learn. thanks for sharing!
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Lisa Goldman
3/9/2023 05:25:43 pm
Love that you found your pause from this simply moment. Great picture, too!
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Michelle Strez
3/9/2023 09:24:20 pm
I love that nature can draw us in so easily. It helps us stop and catche our breath for a moment.
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