It was an extraordinary day-  we were sitting ever so quietly on the bridge, sun warming our faces, happily listening to Red Winged Blackbirds, and then suddenly we spotted Beaver swimming from it’s lodge. We watched in excitement and waited for Beaver to show its beautiful body again. Alas, we waited and waited, quietly and patiently, but Beaver did not re-surface. As we began to disembark from the bridge, we were called over by Alana- Beaver was on the shoreline! We quickly walked off the bridge, excitement bubbling inside. We sat down on the wet grass and for the next 3-5 minutes, we were privileged to watch Beaver eating and then walking along the grass. It was a tremendous event, never to be forgotten. I shared this story with the Owls later that day and they loved hearing the story of Beaver. Each day we have a chance to create stories together of our shared lived experiences. I feel a strong connection when this happens- a connection to something much bigger and older than myself. What are stories living in your family and how can you pass them on?

Some photos from here and there this week:

Warmly,

Emily