Hate to say it, but it’s harder this afternoon. I have to say this morning it was easier. I have been trying to maintain and hold on over some rough waters…a Wherever I am…that’s part of its love promise to its students. I need the wisdom of a fresh start again and again. Needless to say, my yoga practice hasĪfter nearly twenty-six years of practicing. Re-tenderized shoulders and I have been feeling my age lately. Weeks of bed rest, and I have yet to have a day this year where I have felt Starting anew…is one of the secrets of living a good life. Woodchuck made me feel grateful and hopeful about spring. The human need to control or our tendency to feel threatened. I am so relieved that I did not fall prey to the trappings of It definitely made us more like companions. It was the culmination of years andĪgreed-upon co-existence pact between us. Maybe I can be the baby woodchucks’Įncounter was more than nothing, more than a coincidence. It didn’t feel like a warning though….more like a welcome. Maybe she is telling me that she is having babies and could I please Jumped on it, turned toward me, and we had our first ever face-off. Suddenly yesterday, he emerged from under the deck, The deck – I am thinking babies are not far off. Watching him collect leaves and sticks under his chin and bring them back under Lethargically emerge from under the deck and stumble around for quite some This spring I think I might have seen him wake from his Of course, I chose to let him keep sleeping next to me. There is also the secret suburban maxim: messy yard, weak person. If I were a self-respecting homeowner, I would control and I had to research the dangers andĬompromise my foundation with his compulsive digging. Of course, the trained homeowner in me kicked in. I have come to realize that this woodchuck has been sleeping about 10įeet from my bed every night…close enough that we have probably been affecting We found the entrance to his tunnel system and den right Had to have the rotting deck boards replaced. Time, I have figured out that he lives under the narrow deck that wraps around I have been writing my book for the last couple years at a The woodchuck and I have been getting closer. Woodchuck for so long that I am probably interacting with his progeny. If I am honest with myself, I have been seeing this More than an instant and only when running away. Him just enough to keep him on my mind and to wonder about him. Time I drove up my driveway and he was sunning himself in the middle of theĭoor once and peered in the window, but only for a look-see. The woodchuck that has been secretly running around my lot for years and years. Wake up in the dead of winter and we kept him till spring. On the window in my front door while I was interviewed on the radio the babyįawns that nap on my lot the buck that helped me process our last Time-challenged possum wondering through daylight the deer that put her nose Squirrels that I think were lost to the owl the pileated woodpeckers the Wood ducks and baby ducks living on the end of my driveway the two albino Have only seen him a couple times at dusk but hear him at moments that I live on a wooded lot that is blessed with ample wildlife. ![]() Our relationship has spanned years, probably even ![]() Just the other day….right outside my window…
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