This morning I decided to take a walk. Although it is cold and almost rainy out – I knew it would be a good day for me to get outside. I put on my husband’s hockey jacket (it’s really great in the wet weather despite that it’s four sizes too big for me), grabbed my new Mother’s Day iPod and left my house behind me.
It’s not often that I take a walk in my neighborhood without one of my dogs – so, being on my own and finally alone was a real treat. Many people would say that I am alone in my office all day – but because of my connection with animals and because my dogs follow me everywhere I go (yep… including the bathroom) and because I have an almost ten-year old son and a husband who’s childlike himself – I always feel like I am never truly alone. Needless to say, I was pretty excited for a companion-less hour walking down the street.
I found myself drawn to the wetlands about a half-mile from my home. As I left the street and walked toward the pond, I turned my favorite Jack Johnson song up. It had been so long since I had heard it – I really just wanted to belt it out to the pond when no one was near! The ground was dry and covered with brown pine needles – it looked like the perfect place to sit – and as I settled in my attention was drawn to a beautiful black bird with a pretty red pattern on the shoulders of his wings. He was trying to dig deep into the long pieces of grass that had grown up out of the pond – most likely he has a little nest in there I thought to myself.
My eyes were slowly drawn to some quiet movement in front of me. I had been so engrossed in watching the bird on the ground that I hadn’t picked up that a small beaver was steadily yet stealthily swimming by only 10 feet away from me. His home, I realized, was to my left – that big pile of sticks (or what I thought was a big pile of sticks) and was the place that he felt most safe, most secure and most comfortable. As I watch him swim slowly by – with only his nose sticking out of the water – he connected with me. He didn’t “say” anything – but I could feel him scanning my energy to see if I was safe. I sent him my “safest” energy back so he could know that I wasn’t an enemy and asked for a little more connection. As we connected, I felt he really just wanted to go about his work. My eyes teared up a little as I began to connect in to what he was doing – his life was all one. He worked for his home, his home was his work – his family was his home… everything that he did was connected to everything else – and all of it worked toward the same goal: peace.
I laughed as he showed me this. I can’t “get away” from the animals – nor can I only concentrate on my work or my career or my family or re-doing my roof. Wherever I go, whatever I do, anything that I am thinking – they are all interconnected. There is no separation between these different areas as each place in my life – as well as yours – is working toward the same goal as well. Peace. Just like Beaver.