I am pretty much over being sad about the fact that my favorite hiking buddy is no longer able to come along to my favorite places. It's at the point now where a woman has to do what she has to do. With me, there is a direct correlation between hikes taken and a zest for life. Even Buddhas benefit from having a sane momma!
So today Mr. CFP and I piled on layers and headed out early. It wasn't long before the sun warmed our bones, and hats, mittens and jackets came off.
And it wasn't long before we saw our first red-tailed hawk perched on the branch of a leafless tree. As we neared him, he took off in flight, first soaring in front of the perfect half moon, then sailing over our heads as if to check us out. A feathered friend of his joined him and they danced in circles in the sky.
If we would have had our cameras with us, I would have been able to show you the hawk we saw today - with a half moon shining behind him.
How can I express the way moments like that do my heart good, how I can feel the smiles go all the way from my lips, through my belly and down into my toes?
I'm remembering something my friend recently told me. It's a quote. I don't know the author and I can't remember the exact words, but it was basically that without wildlife, we would be very lonely.