My desk is a mess, the living room looks like a storage unit and the kitchen is begging me to take the recyclables outside already, and yet? I feel good.
Normally, when there is chaos in my midst, I am all kinds of agitated and stymied, but not today. In fact, this morning we went straight to the car, flipped up the back hatch, dogs leapt in, I closed it tight-- grabbed my camera and off we went.
Michelle and I have been talking about wordlessness*. And so this morning, I decided to drop into that space and hells bells, loretty, guess what was waiting for me in that space?
No, c'mon-- you gotta guess.
Remember this dream-like day?
Yep-- totally different body of water and boom! A swan . .
I'm thinking I'm gonna have to call up my friend Pixie and ask her what this animal spirit is trying to tell me because they say if you keep seeing an animal (especially something unusual or unexpected) there's information for you.
Isn't she so lovely? Look at that graceful neck.
HENRY: You want neck? I got neck.
HENRY: What happened to me being the starlight of your day, huh? First I have to share space with she-who-barks-too-much, now I'm supposed to mix it up with a big white bird? What is this, Sesame Street?
DAISY: Yo Henry, you got neck? Really? Can you do that?
HENRY: oh man-- that is so unfair.
DAISY: Face it, bro-- swans are out of your league.
Have I told you lately about my deep and abiding love for my two dogs?
Feeling like maybe I forgot so let me just say, I love them lots and lots and lots.
*from Martha Beck's new book