When she was little, when she first came to us, we used to sing “All the Pretty Little Horses” every night. It was the beginning of her English and her song.
Now, here she is graduating from high school and being welcomed at Sarah Lawrence College. When she went to the accepted students revisit day and went to sign up for next year, the young man taking her name said, “Oh, I read your application!” and the woman who had written her a note on her acceptance letter came up and hugged her. What a day!
How far she’s come and how far she will go – and she’s just being who she is, our kiss from the universe.
This morning the cats were all quivery at the windows. The Robins are back! The Voles are out and about and Spring is here. It might be a bit of a mixed message that people are still walking on the lake, but it looks slippery and I know they won’t be walking too much longer.
The ground isn’t frozen and the water from the snowmelt can run deep. The dogs are waiting for that. The poor things have been staggering around for so long.
I am impressed by the New England weather, the largescale work of people, of beavers, the muck of the cows and horses, their hooves churning the soil. But this morning’s vole reminded me of creatures small and smaller who turn the soil, pollinate, feed and support our system of life. Small scale has a big impact.
Last summer when the electricity went out and our generator didn’t go on, we went out to see what was the problem. Snake skins! It was filled with snake skins and we had to get a new motherboard so it would know what to do. The snakes had done in its brain!
I love the time nature gives me by taking away my tasks or giving me new ones. I’m lucky to be counted in its creature load.