the fox that walked across the morning

A week ago I was greeting the morning with quiet and reflection. It was 7:08 am exactly when this dear fox walked across the morning.  I sat in disbelief of what I was seeing as it sniffed and drank from the water on my porch. As soon as I had the presence, I snapped a picture catching just a hint of this creature.  I wonder if it was truly there. I followed it into my backyard, and finally saw it disappear in the corner of my fence. 

The moment felt like I stepped inside a fairytale. As world events zoomed past my screen,  I stumbled upon simple magic in the morning.  I am one to believe in signs and symbols and looked up the meaning of seeing a fox. It said the qualities of the fox are to be skillful, sly and protective. It can handle any situation or environment.  The fox is mischievous, and got its name “sly as fox” for its sensitive and dynamic prowess. Seeing a fox, the article assures, can pass on its wisdom and passion.  

I take that in. These days, these things soothe me. I turn the page. I look up. I remember to stay here and now, the time of play and light. This last week was a joy to move with all of you. The children are bringing gentleness and care with great notice of the changing light and seasons. The adult dancers have brought a vulnerability and necessity to being together, creating and moving.  Not everything makes sense except for this. Maybe that was what the fox was telling me before it disappeared. 

Good morning everyone!

I look forward to seeing you this week.

Wander in...