Each day has its own rhythm and tone. Does the rhythm and tone emanate from us and so color the day, or does it come to us via the universe’s vibrations?
I am captivated by the sweet innocence in the eyes of this fledgling yellow-crowned heron. There is so much wide-eyed wonder still present–absent is the sharp, intense focus of an older, more experienced bird. Our young friend must still be coming to grips with this strange world it now finds itself in. What must it feel as it is learning to trust its instinct? So much to learn yet, but for now leave it to enjoy its sweet naivety.
I found last night’s full moon still up and bright at 6:15 this morning. It, too, seemed to lend a gentleness to the day by its presence. The sun’s strong, blazing rays soon drowned it out, but for a little bit of day it shared its soft, night light.
Was it an accident that this small bouquet of delicate wildflowers was juxtapose to a pile of rocks? Or yet another reminder that kind, good and gentle does exist along side its opposite? We only need to look for it.