Sunday, October 28, 2007


A sunny, warmer-than-usual Sunday. Our morning spent at the MK Nature Center amid music of birdsong and waterfalls. Marveled at the shimmering colors of fish as they glided between stumps and rocks. A heron sat on the Center rooftop, silently watching the finches and squirrels feed below. Peregrine falcons eyed us curiously from their rehab cage as they warmed themselves in the sun. Two deer, a doe and fawn, nibbled leaves in the underbrush just beyond the herb gardens; disappeared as we crept closer. Two ducks arced in the sky, around, and down, then skimmed across the pond, a water perfect landing.

With few people there this morning, the park became our sanctuary.


Sanctuary, on a personal level, is where we perform the job of taking care of our soul.
-Christopher Forrest McDowell

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you catch the blood of the leaves,
my beloved
making of nature
a home
making of our nature
a lens into
another season