september 13, 2023

in the morning, a bald eagle flew over us. we could see its white head, dark feathers, talons.

walking through the rows of pines, we were humbled. we fell quiet.

as we reached the opening — the prairie — we saw her, majestic in the morning sun. a young doe.

gentle blue flowers, tiny in the morning dew. last night I dreamt I gave birth to a daughter with hazel eyes. memories of bucks, does, and fawns that came to me before our baby did wake in my mind.

in our yard I find a cardinal feather. red, black, and tan all at once. we meet a toad and baby offers it his wood chip.

in the presence of all These creatures, I am grateful for the reassurance of the divine.