I recently took a walk around my workplace with three destinations in mind. I took a random detour to inspect something in a building, then took another detour to look at a pond behind the building.
I discovered a wet American Goldfinch on a half drowned reed; when I approached for a closer look it flapped/flopped onto the water out of my reach. I then backed off to look for a stick to sweep it into reach and wen I returned, found it clinging to a grate where I could reach around, gently grasp it, and release it in a protected spot where it could dry out. Though still too waterlogged to fly it was quite lively in gaining distance from me.
Did it survive? I don’t know. What I do know is that if I had not chosen to go for a walk at that time, taken one detour, then taken another detour, my encounter would not have taken place.
It is good to ponder lifes’ twists and turns.
(This is not the goldfinch in question.)
The unexpected often awaits us around bends in the road.
It has recently been a challenge to post. Things going on, things to think about, things to accomplish.
I plan to take my typical Wednesday break and return on Thursday.
Sometimes we get caught up in the frenzy of the moment. Sometimes we need to step back, look at and consider the larger picture.
No matter the outcome of the US election, however all of the thousands of contests turn out, no matter when the contest for president is decided, tonight – or tomorrow, or whenever – the United States will still exist. As will its citizens.
As will fields, sky, mountains, trees, birds.
Life will go on.
While walking Achilles and Stella this evening I sorted through some memories. One memory is the Adventure getting married, throwing up my life in Texas, and immigrating to Canada. Here’s a photo of us on our first day on the road to Canada in July 2007. It has been an adventure I have no regrets at all about undertaking.
Life is an adventure. I embrace it.
After 47 consecutive days of almost exclusively 10 hour shifts, Faye is done with this years’ tomato harvest. A long, grueling haul.
I took a break from most computing yesterday. It was a marvellous day, crisp, cool, sunny. We ran errands, walked the dogs (taking Achilles on a long walk), puttered in the garden, revelled in having more than an hour or two together.
Life is good.
Sometimes it seems our life is like this rough country road. Patches covering the hurts and wounds; rolling, bumpy and uneven; going through empty territory; leading to . . . the unknown.
Yet I like it. The hurts and wounds heal. The journey – through territory familiar as well as uncharted – is energising. There is always something to see, to do, to feel. Something to be grateful for.