I wake early today and go outside to look at the moon. The owls are hooting and now I know this is the mating call of the Great Horned Owl I’ve been hearing, and male and female are back, and if all goes well, we will have baby owls in late March. What an omen of Joy!
Yesterday I was watching the crows and the hawks screeching across the sky. Was it battle or play? It looked like play as though each was perfecting its flight and hanging out as our weeks of rain lead to sun today.
Nature shines through more clearly with the leaves fallen and coating the ground. Branches stroke the heart with their reach and bend.
I’m with this haiku by Issa this morning. This is one translation.
Does the woodpecker
stop and listen, too?
evening temple drum
May your day be one of beauty and peace!