Nine
surprising things that are worth more than money, than Stuff, than Things:
Yesterday
I visited Menina, a dog I love. Her eyes glowed when she saw me as, because of
covid, it has been too many weeks. I noticed her fur is greying, which means
time is finite, (as it is, as it always is, though we try to deny it.)
Meanwhile, she is here. And I am here. We smiled as we walked through the
forest together.
I live
near old trees, their presence so stately, so enduring, so tranquil, that my
heart fills with stillness and joy as I walk through their peaceable kingdom.
The small
blue yodeling jay on my balcony has a special song once he has eaten all the
sunflower seeds. It means “More!” and he is the only one of my avian visitors
who does this. I love that he keeps coming back. This morning, I sat on the
balcony in the sun and he came, undaunted, to the seed bowl near my feet. He
cocked his head this way and that, looking at me out of his sideways eyes, but
was not afraid, a small gift to me from the world of the wild ones I love so much.
Yesterday
afternoon, there was a sudden downpour, like a creek washing down from the sky,
with thunder and lightning. My heart, as the thunder rolled, travelled back in
time to my Grandma’s back room, where we sat in the afternoon through every
summer of my childhood. My Grandma loved thunder, and fairies, and told the
best ghost stories about people in our Irish family.
The
government is giving low income seniors a one-time payment of $500, in the
midst of the pandemic, when so many billions are flying in every direction. That
is a lot of money, in my world, though some criticized it as too little help.
At this time in my life I know that, whatever one receives, gratitude is the
only appropriate response.
The other
morning, two friends and I did a social distancing walk at low tide. We saw so
much life clinging to the rocks that are usually underwater: starfish, purple
and orange and squishy, clumped together
along the rock wall, green spiky anemones in tidal pools, a lone crab clawing
his way ponderously along the sand, waving its arm menacingly as we bent to
view him, a small knight fending off three giants, so brave! So much life, everywhere, striving to live, as
we strive, through the threats and the challenges, and the sure, sweet
progression of day following day.
We are at
the beginning of Phase 2 of the pandemic, being led calmly and carefully by Dr.
Bonnie through the stages of keeping the curve flattened. I am grateful for all
the people observing social distancing, caring enough to comply with the
guidelines, keeping each other safe.
What is
worth more than money? A dog’s love. Wolves. Friends. Poetry. My humble room,
filled with my treasures, in the most beautiful place in the world.
Gratitude.
Gratitude. Gratitude for it all.
Day Nineteen of Wild Writing with Laurie Wagner: Nine Surprising Things Worth More Than Money..............
Nine amazing things indeed! Loved the detail about the small blue jay! Birds are really prevalent and interesting this time of year. And so nice that you had a chance to walk with Menina!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed seeing the world through your eyes. Your love for Nature really comes across.
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