Field Trips

Another beautiful day in the Bubble and out on the trails with the little man. These hikes have become field trips with something new everyday. We have seen lizards and snakes and rangers warning of bears, oh my! The best places are the hidden vistas and off the map trails like the Mantis trail. No trailhead per say, starting from the home of the Magic Squirrel, a wide open draw ascending to the Mesa and so named for these rare, genuflecting hunters. Green, brown and even white ones lay in wait along the trail. The strange thing is on numerous occasions they have appeared to me only in threes. A sign? A gift to help me thru primary care giverhood, be like the mantis, grasshopper and be eaten, no wait. Be patient and learn mediative inner calm. Ok sounds a little hokey I know but the Magic Squirrel opened my eyes to beyond, "Wow cool, a praying mantis!"

The Magic Squirrel Story started out the same, another beautiful day in the Bubble and out on the trails with the little man. Along a thickly grown neighborhood trail came a squirrel running straight at us. He stopped right between my feet, I know he was from what he said, and looked up at me with slight turn to his head. He said, "..." Well what he said was profound and is beyond my ability to convey to you. Take my word for it, besides what he said was for me and me only I believe. Then he ran between my legs and Boscoe's legs and disappeared before she could even turn to give chase. These days amazing moments are often, for me alone with the boy and beyond me to explain.