Yesterday I was plagued with worrying thoughts. As I went about my work, these thoughts grew to such an extent that I lost focus on the task on hand. I dropped an entire pot of soup stock on the kitchen floor. Then, I knocked a cutting board full of vegetables into a dirty sink. After cleaning everything up and feeling very annoyed with myself, I decided to take a break and do some yoga poses. Unpopular as this may sound, I don’t like yoga at all. I’ve had to do it since I was a teenager because of back and neck problems. I put it off shamelessly. Yesterday, I was hoping it would balance me out. In the middle of a halfhearted warrior pose, I began to wobble and came crashing down. Ouch!!! Self pity threatened to take over. No way.
Grabbing my i pad, limping and rubbing my shoulder ( which still hurts, lol), I went to my gardens, determined to see beautiful things, bigger than my problems and be grateful for them. As I was trying to take a picture of a tree, a hawk flew right over my head. It was so close, I was under his shadow and I felt the wind from his wings. It happened so fast but as he swept past me, I saw the giant spread of his feathers and I reached out my hand, thinking I could touch him. I couldn’t of course but he lifted up and perched on the tree I had been trying to take a picture of. We stood looking at each other for a while and I lifted my camera to take pictures of him and he flew away.