Anyone watching me make my way around the pond today would say, “There’s a weary woman!” Honestly, I’m so tired. I’m not used to working every single day. Most times I wonder how human beings carve out a life when they work so hard, raise families and try to stay healthy, all at the same time. Are we enticed by the promise of something that, in the end, doesn’t really come to us? Food for thought, this Good Friday.
I didn’t put in a whole lot of effort taking photographs today, but did quietly observe the birds, their comings and goings, and their efforts to also eek out a living on a pond that is obviously suffering the impact of a progressive-aggressive species, humanity.
While we all experience personal struggles, I also spent a bit of time meditating on the state of a world where weapons/bombs/chemical warfare are viewed as a solution to terrorism and unrest. I just don’t understand how human beings continue to go forward, ignoring the mistakes of our history and believing, somehow, that ‘this time it will be different’. So many layers of unrest in the human heart. It is discouraging.
Today, I’ve made a choice to let go of fear and anger and frustration. I’m choosing love.
Max and I stopped at our local park and watched the Merlins this morning. Both female and male were in the vicinity. Both came and went and hung nearer the nest.
Only one male Bufflehead on the pond…shy guy…who hung around a pair of Goldeneyes…sort of forcing himself on them. He spent a lot of time stretching out on his back. And, of course, remained, as much as he could, out of range.