As Luna and I ambled around
the pond on this clear, new
morning with grass kissed by
frost, I began reciting out loud
as I often do Wendell Berry’s
The Peace of Wild Things.
At the very moment I
reached “and the great heron
feeds,” a great blue heron
flew the length of the pond.
Was this a coincidence,
synchronicity, or divine plan?
untangling the web 
December 6, 2023 at 9:55 am
Hello friend it’s Cynthia from Iona. Thanks for sending this today. Wh
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December 6, 2023 at 4:10 pm
Divine plan. Mom loved walking, loved Bellair lake, and loved seeing and hearing the birds. Mom, Dad, and Nicki are sending you healing vibes.
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December 14, 2023 at 9:06 am
you may (or may not) recall that the blue heron was my sister sarah’s ’spirit animal.’ can’t recall how you knew one another.
after she died i bought a tee shirt with a blue heron on it. whenever i wear it, it’s like getting a hug from sarah.
you seem to love them too!
blessings, a
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December 14, 2023 at 1:00 pm
I did not know that! Yes, I do love them. One hangs out at a pond near me. I will now think of Sarah when I see it. We met in a Tai Chi class.
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