From The Roundhole

...things are true whether we want to believe them or not.  My emotions of the last week are simply ineffable even to myself.  I am learning to listen to the quiet that is inside me. This is a stark contrast to what is usually black and white to me, and it's newness gives me pause to think about trusting what I am hearing. I am also finding out that I really enjoy sitting on my front porch while doing that. The wind is blowing tonight, cold and rainy and the usual walkers are not out. Snug and cozy I suppose in their homes with a fire going which I can smell when the wind turns just right.

Last night when it was late I heard what I thought was a strange group of loud children screaming from down the block. It was disconcerting to my sense of wellness and normalcy as the noises got louder and closer. It took me a while to understand I was hearing a flock of geese well above me flying into the night. As they flew closer their cries became raucous and confused. Slowly they faded into the distance and I wondered why they did this at night when daylight would be so much easier. I'm sure there is a simple reason.

I want more from life than what I have found so far. I want to understand more about so many things. I think I will start with night geese. Geese mate for life by the way. Amazing huh.