windthread

i have never seen him this close.      except once last week,       but never on the ground.   He is Wild and arboreal.   Looking up,  out the window to the Morning Tree….at first startled by the shape,  the slightly moving shape….but then realized.  Squirrel.  This pic through the screen,   camera to closeer up.   He  stood there,  looking at me.    we    acknowledged    each other.    

this is no small thing tho it may seem so.    Squirrels are,  uhh,  common.    He is a wild Being of the Overstory.   Part of my becoming a student of the Universe.   Being taught what it is to realize how you are    OF    it.   I grope for words.

this morning,  lost in that groping  and  then,  there,  the email newsletter from the new and changing On Being which i cannot navigate:

"the ability to ask beautiful questions~often in very un-beautiful moments~is one of the great disciplines of a human life.  And a beautiful question starts to shape your identity as much by asking it as it does by having it answered"    David Whyte