Yesterday I saw two Great Blue Herons resting by the path along the bay. Today I went out Tennessee Valley planning to walk to the beach but there was a troupe of elders yakking away so I turned right to visit Hayseed Camp which is closed for the winter.
Memories flooded in. When we moved here 46 years ago, Chris was almost one and Jeff was four. In an exploratory mood one day after moving in, I followed a narrow road to the end and parked. Putting Chris in his stroller, and holding hands with Jeff, we went wandering down the path. A cow came over and nuzzled Chris in his stroller.
It's changed over the years, and now there are no grazing cows. The area, a national park, is kept natural for the plants and animals, with some winding paths for the two-legged.
I used to take Jeff and Chris to a pond that was up and beyond the camp but it's overgrown now so again the land is kept sacred and quiet for the critters.
My meditation today was on the elements. What a gift to see and be so clearly earth, water, fire, air, and the space that allows it all to move, grow, create, and cohere.
A Great Blue Heron embraced in, and embracing, the day.
Another stands nearby.
The winter path to Hayseed Camp
Looking Up
Returning
Miwok Stables
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