I was near the lap pool.
What surprised me is that I didn't hear this Northern Cardinal call. I noticed it noticing me. I held still marveling in his molted becoming. Without blinking. Bird and me. There he sat while I stood. For one, two. Three, then four minutes.
I just returned from a retreat in Colorado of sitting silently to be with whatever is in front of me. To be with and let go of whatever thought, emotion, or sensation that arises. When I do, I settle and see what normally I'd pass. Like this Maple seemingly calling cardinal color to the sky. Steamboat Springs, CO.
