Thursday, March 31, 2011
loving and loving and loving
Had a night of precious solitude last night. I slept early, deeply, dreaming great dreams. I slept taking over the entire bed, framed by all the pillows. I woke up before the alarm and loved the silence of early morning. As I was falling asleep last night I heard the breathing of owls somewhere near, their cooing and soft hoots. Yesterday I saw birds of prey in their mating dance high above a canyon near where I was working. They clung to each other, cawing out and falling towards the earth; they flew apart before hitting the ground and arched back up into the sky and back together. A hawk circled, near them, at times diving at them. Lovely.