8-13-22

This morning as I rode my bike, I passed a bird on the ground. He caught my

eye, I thought it was a young hawk. After I passed, I felt the need to go back.

He was still there, about 20 feet to my left. It wasn’t a hawk, it was a different

large bird, one that I was totally unfamiliar with. After a moment he flew up to

a low branch, and then flew away. It was a moving encounter for me, a discovery.

I will remember his presence, not his species, or his type, or his purpose, only

his presence.

A short time later I was walking, I looked to the western sky. It was bright blue

with many thin white clouds. Slowly scanning the sky, I was able to pick out the

full moon as it was setting. It was the same white as the clouds, it’s perfect shape

the only discernible difference. I was glad I took the time to find it. It soon

escaped behind the clouds again.

These moments are so important to me. It is so important that I stop. It is so

important that I reduce myself. Before these encounters I was confused about

what to do with myself today. Now I know without a doubt. I should put on my

little orange vest, and pick up litter on the side of the road. I don’t understand

anything, isn’t that wonderful?

Now after picking up litter for 2 hours I am wonderfully tired. I feel like I have

just returned from the missions, where I saved a hundred lives and a thousand

souls. To be one with the birds, and the moons, and the litterbugs, to be one

with the dance: the opportunity to live.