Rain from the last two days puddles along the path to the barn and I hopscotch my way around the deepest. Coaly, our 9-month-old pup mimics my actions. She tries hard to figure out this human’s strange behavior. Mini Cooper, our old terrier mix, dashes off into the pasture chasing turkeys. They are slow to move. The males close their tail feathers, gobble their displeasure and follow the females into the woods. Cooper trots back toward the barn, looking very pleased.
The horses wait outside their stalls for me to let them in. Jungle Kitty greets me with a loud meow. She’s ready to get out and about. Gem, the newest equine member, nickers his hunger, and hurries to his feed when I open the door. Rustic, my other thoroughbred waits a bit before coming to eat. The big bay pauses outside his stall door for a head scratch, gives me a morning nudge of thanks, and then, moseys inside.
My small piece of the world has settled into its morning rhythm. Horses fed, cat stroked, dogs called, stalls latched, I hopscotch back toward the house, finding myself happy with simply being.
Birds chatter above my head, a breeze whispers in my ear and I pause to inhale the scent of spring. The feeling this spring morning brings surprises me a bit, as I’ve been troubled about human ills. I pause and it turns into a long moment of thinking. A gentle nudge of joy as Coaly drops a tennis ball at my feet and invites me to play, takes me to a deeper understanding of what “this” means.
This, all this, has been here all along, outside my French doors, waiting for me. I throw the ball, and move forward with a peace filled heart and love for our Earth’s ability to heal wounds. She is wonderful and today is a good day in the making.
Take a moment to visit the real world today. There’s something to love out there. This I know to be true.