We were walking up the dirt road that cuts midpoint in the short loop around the farm, and I had just reminded myself of what I wanted to remember from earlier in our walk:

Why would you ever want to be any place but here and now?
Where you have a choice.

…Just coming up the hill toward our turn for home. Lucy is interested in something ahead, away from where we are going. Not tugging-me interested like it is a deer, but definitely interested. I’m noticing but not thinking much of it when I glance up and see, about 50 feet away in the misty light, a male wolf. It nods once and brings its head up looking to its left. A mild shock runs through me and I whistle–three short and one long that curves upward–then turn right for home.

Of course it couldn’t be a wolf. Must be one of those coyotes that have been howling in the distance come near. It would be easy to succumb to fear, but aside from the prompts of my programmed experience I am not afraid. I feel a masculine presence and see that nod.

I sent my thanks and the blessings I had then to give, and came home and wrote this.

This world, every day, all around, is for us to witness and love.