Phoebe
sits on the wood pile waiting for the insects to shake off the
morning rain and take flight. Chipmunk skitters around the ground and
finds them sheltering under blades of grass. On a brighter day,
Chipmunk would be waiting. This gets me thinking about the balance of
everything. Today, Chipmunk has an easier time, tomorrow it might be
Phoebe's turn, the next day might be for the insects. I am left
wondering how I might live more closely connected to this simple
balance.
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