echo of our movements
There was a magpie this morning gathering twigs from the branches of a dry old tree on the side of the Enchanted Mesa trail south of Boulder, Colorado.
There was a beautiful jay making ugly sounds in the brush on the other side of the trail.
In the neighborhood at the base of the hills that sloped down from the mesa there were dogs that busied themselves with barking.
During this morning’s walk I also saw humans repairing buildings. I saw humans huffing and puffing as they exercised their bodies. I saw humans going from one place to another with purposes that no doubt felt urgent and necessary to them.
The motion and murmur of life abounds. May we each find an echo of our movements in the world around us. Today, may we find solidarity in our wild and varied efforts at contributing to life.