Last evening I walked the circle of sorts that I so often do. You know the one…dogs by my side… into the depth of the woods, across the gentle creek, careful not to catch on the barbed wire, meadow to my right, pond awaiting me…I wonder if it misses me when I am away as I do it…

I tucked my feet up under me to rest for a time upon the pier. I love that I can be away from sturdy ground for a while and yet so safe. The breeze was elsewhere and I was embraced instead by the stillness of dusk. The mirrored water was broken only once by the beaver swimming across to a new shore. Does he think of it that way – as a new shore. He was barely visible. Only the hint of his head could I see and the rippling V trailing behind him as he cut forth on his determined way.

His journey seemed smallish to me. From where I watched I could see the whole of it at once. He would easily manage it and something very good awaited him on the other side. To him though, it must have felt endless and without view. I know that place…unable to see, nevertheless…keeping on keeping on…

A bevy of doves kept close company, leaving no one behind. I looked that up so I would get it right for you. Doves in a group are called a bevy. I didn’t know. Come along now. Their ebony silhouettes searched for a nightly sanctuary as they cooed gracefully to one another…

Watching them brought to mind a tender moment from another day…

Above me a solitary hawk landed in the topmost branches of a tree. As he left the sky, he dropped a single feather. I stood mesmerized as it drifted softly through the air and I wondered at his letting go of it. I could not find it even though I searched. It disappeared before it came to ground. The gift was not in the having of the feather. The gift was in the being there. I needn’t hold the feather to cherish the lovely memory.

Real gifts are like that. They never reside in a box. They live and breathe in your heart.

Back at the lake sunset played with the clouds until they drifted on and left clear skies in places. I knew it was time for me to go. If I didn’t leave soon, I would lose the light. The woods are darkening then and all of the sounds sound just a little menacing…what was that…probably a squirrel settling in for the night but what if it wasn’t…

Once more the well trod path delivered me to the grassy expanse that I know so well. The sun was fading faster all the time. I love that hushed moment when day is stepping aside for night in quiet anticipation.

A lone bat skittered above me hunting for his breakfast while my own day was already beyond dinner. He moved quickly and was gone almost before I even knew he was there. How much of life flutters passed as I am busy with other living.

And just then…in the tallest pines behind the gentle oak…at the edge of field and night…owls…not one, not two…but three. Three! I have never heard three owls at once. A nearby screech stopped me in my tracks. It refused to give up as it shattered the silence, imploring me to hear. Certainly a nest and a very hungry baby were up there somewhere. There was nothing to see, but the air was brimming with the soulful sounds of the three of them. Who…echoed the parents…soon young hunger was satisfied. It only took their listening to know the answer.

It was enchanting to be there…another gift. It would never need shelf space or repair or dusting. Darkness overcame the moment. My footsteps lightly on the pine straw transported me closer to the safety of home all the time. The wise feathered keepers of the night followed me in gentle protection…and I am grateful…for the real of them…for the goodness of all I cannot see…for the gift of love that surrounds us all…for the magic that is once and always…everywhere…

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ellie894 November 28, 2018

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30 thoughts on “koko

    1. Dusk is such a lovely time of day where anything can surprise you.
      Thank you, it was a day full of goodness, Little ones and silliness and such…🙃
      May this one ahead be kind to you🌷

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    1. It’s delightful when little things find you and surprise you. 😊 I didn’t know ‘bevy’ until I looked it up and I didn’t know it was for swans as well! I wonder why there are so many words for groups of birds?! I’m not familiar with The House with a Clock in its Walls but I’m intrigued by the name alone. Thank you! Take great care this day 🍭

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  1. Your beautiful words echo how I feel as I make my way through grief along the comforting paths of our urban forest…there is so much joy in seeing the beautiful gifts nature has to offer that they literally crowd out any sad thoughts whispering through my soul…thank you for sharing your exquisite twilight walk with us!

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    1. Your thoughts gift me with quiet reflection of my own moments. Forest and meadow and sky accept our sorrow and ease us in ways we don’t know how to ask for. A gift we didn’t know our soul and reminding us of joy. Thank you so kindly for sharing such thoughts with me. 😌🌷

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  2. Thanks for the visit to the pond! Why is the title “Koko?” It grabbed my attention as it is a familiar word. In Japanese it means “here” and in Hawaiian it means “blood.” At least it wasn’t “omo koko” which means “lawyer.” (j/k “omo koko” means “blood sucker.” 🙂

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    1. Happy to share! You have made me laugh and I have learned something new…again! I didn’t know “koko” was a word to be honest. I will keep my distance from “omo kokos”! 🙃 But I like the Japanese and Hawaiian meanings very much. They both make sense to me with this writing and moment as it was a life force (blood) of being here.

      It is a word I use to remind myself to “keep on keeping on…koko”.

      Thank you for taking time and for the great comment! Take care 🌷

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