My Year of Mindfulness #7
Today this blue heron was me. Quirky poses and full of herself and firmly positioned on the end of my dock like me and my tea most mornings. Is it okay that I’m full of myself too? I am, I confess. Full! of! Myself!
Tonight I stood in her place. It was late, after midnight. The moon was full of itself, so bright it was almost annoying to this woman who had walked out to stand on her peaceful dock. As I stood there, adjusting to the streetlight moon, I wondered what it’s like to be a blue heron on the end of my dock. I can never really know.
I wish I had such awesome funky wings. Thank you Blue Heron for this wondrous pose! I suspect she’s welcoming in breezes, sunshine and, well, whatever slips in unawares. Love, maybe. Love, I hope.
Songs for the Pure of Heart 