.....a reminder

Yogis,
I’ve had geese on the mind. As a family with goose history, it has been coming up in conversations. Like when my son was bitten in the butt by one while innocently offering bread. Or times we have been hissed at or chased. And it’s always this time of year because this is when yellow fuzzy goslings emerge from their shells.

With that as the backdrop…….I went for a morning beach run on Tuesday. A spectacular blue skied day. Running along the tide line, I kept getting urges to stop and sit. You know, the inner voice that makes a suggestion. Or that sudden sensation that gives guidance. One would arise. I would consider it and promptly push it back down.

It felt appealing to sit with warm sun on my face, but I would talk myself out of it. I will be in people’s path. I’ll do it later in the run. Etc.

I head through town and cut over to the lake. I spot the bench that faces the water and the urge speaks up again. OK. This time I’ll listen.

Sitting quietly noticing the beautiful greenery, I didn’t see them coming until they were at my side. A mom and dad goose with three goslings. Certain I was going to be hissed at, I sat perfectly still, figuring they would pass on by.

They didn’t. About three feet in front of me the mom and babies lay down while dad stood guard.

I slowly slid my phone out to take pictures. They cared not. Mom groomed herself while the goslings huddled for a quick nap. Dad occasionally looked over his shoulder to keep me on my toes.

What a gift! The whole experience gave me goosebumps…. in a good way! It acted as a much needed reminder.

I get caught up in forward movement. Heading toward and looking for experiences. Those urges I had received were to be still, because when you are still, the experiences come to you. Miracles are always all around us waiting for us to get quiet. To be here.

On Sunday I did the same thing with my granddaughter, and of course it happened again.

Be still to be awed,
SARAH