Even a few years ago I wouldn’t have believed that one day I’ll live in a house with a fox family happily playing in my garden. I remember at age nine I wrote my first poem about befriending a lynx, so much was my desire to be closer to wildlife. To live that kind of dream today is simply unbelievable.
And it got me thinking.
– Sometimes, we live our dreams and not even aware of that. It happens organically and something we considered impossible gently eases itself into our lives.
– Simple joys of life are here every day. It may not be a fox. It could be a bird, a bee, a butterfly. If all fails, it could be a breath. We just need to slow down enough to catch the beauty of this moment.