I went to the lake today right around lunch time. It was heavenly! The light was gorgeous and our feathered friends were either napping or politely coming up for food - their early morning hunger having already been satisfied, they weren't quite as forward. As I sat on one of the yellow benches, soaking up the warmth of the sun, a pretty female swan waddled up and gingerly ate from my hand. She made the most interesting noises as she savored her lunch. Looking out at the lake, I noted the water was sparkling like diamonds. I thought about the last several years that I have wandered around this circle of love - literally - and all of the souls that I have, indeed, fallen in love with. Some are still here. Some have gone on. Each has and had their place here and their own story to tell. I have so treasured listening. I have so treasured learning - for even when mourning, I learned. I think I am a tiny bit stronger when it comes to facing a loss of a life here. I think. But then again ... I am me. And I admit, I miss those who have gone on so much. When I walk, I think of Little One, Baby Friday, my sweet Missy who would fly across the lake when she heard her name, Mama Duck, and all of the other precious souls. I am so thankful to have known them.
For now, all is calm here. Our winter visitors will soon fly away and new spring guests will be arriving any day. There are no babies on the lake but they will come. Their arrival is so very very tender and so very very sweet. Nothing is more heart soaring than hearing little tiny peep peep peeps coming from under a bush or in a nest. I cherish that sound.
And the circle of LIFE will keep going 'round and 'round and 'round.