Yesterday I didn’t see the hawks. Although I was tempted to blame them, as in “where did they go,” I realized the cause was more likely within myself. I was busy, busy, busy.
Some place along the way I realized that although what I was doing was (probably) important, I really hadn’t stopped to look for my young flying friends.
This morning I determined to pay more attention, and sure enough, there they were. This time they were flying back and forth through the canyon, mostly below me.
Years ago I had a realization that one of my jobs was to smile at all babies.
Today I realized that one of my jobs is to slow down enough to enjoy the hawks!
Where could you slow down and pay attention?
Love and blessings,
Wise woman you are…nice little piece.