Brand new to the Upper West Side of NYC in the early 90’s, on my first spin around Central Park on my blades? On the southeast corner, a sturdy looking man in ‘walking gear’ called out “Looking good on those blades! Welcome to New York!” and motioned me to come over. Inner knowing chuckling ‘This is why I moved here, I want my world to be bigger and bigger’….I stopped.
Yesterday morning my hummingbirds were breakfasting and flitting about, when a giant hawk swooped in.
Squirrels are gatherers. When one crosses one’s path, gathering is the message. Yesterday this one sat next to me and together we looked out. What are we to gather? On this first day of Lent? With spring on its way and the sun rising?
For years I have sat on the receiving end of phone calls of people in crisis/distress/sadness. I do not solicit, I am found, and in these times I am found A LOT.
