This morning the house is quiet. Finn is in Oregon at school, and Kenny is in the ICU in Denver. There is no wind this morning, shaking the trees, moving the leaves on the ground. Instead, it is pure silence. Bormio is quiet in the mornings these days, seems to know that things have changed. That its just me and him now, in our house in the woods. A couple of mornings ago two huge moose came by for a visit. Majestic and mighty. I love the sight of them. I love their visits in our yard. Over the years, so many moose have come by. The tarn is close and the mountains on the other side. They have to cross the highway to get safely up to the mountains though. It scares me every time. I am protective of them, hoping for their safe journey. This morning they were big guys, each with their own unique rack. I read that different racks signify age. I am learning a lot right now.
Forgiveness
May the tide
never tire of tits tender toil
how over and over
it forgives the Moon
the daily exile
and returns to turn
mountains into sand
as if to say
you too can have
this homecoming
you too possess
this elemental power
of turning
the stone in the heart
into gold dust
~ Maria Popova
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