It’s remarkable sometimes, working at a winery, the way one has one’s two feet in two such different worlds.
On the one, you’re urban. You’re working a business, you’re ringing sales, you’re running machinery, you’re online, you’re messaging, you’re connected. You’ve got electricity, power, you’re on the grid. You’re humming, the business is humming, the world is humming. There are vans, there are shuttles, there are trucks, there are limos. The augur turns, the lights flash, the pumps pump. The cellar is at cellar temp, the stereo is swinging.
It’s business, and your business foot has hit the ground on run.
And then suddenly, a baby kestrel …
And you’re suddenly aware you’re in the country.
Zen Awareness Slap.
You’re in the country.
Where life arises with the sun, and sets with the sun. Where diurnal and nocturnal truly matter. Where water is everything. Where moonlight lights a theater of predator and prey, mother and child, father and mother. Where every little thing is what it seems. Where hearts break and heal and break with the twinings of the wind. Where breathing is encased in other breathing, where co-origination’s independence is revealed in a baby’s path to flight.
This little beauty, not quite ready for flight, fell from its nest and landed square in front of the Lytton Springs Tasting Room, where it waited patiently for assistance.
Having spent the night in a cozy box, it has since been happily returned to its mother and three siblings.
One sees the most AMAZING things sometimes …
Heartfelt thanks to Joany Goodwin, for sending us this wonderful, wonderful picture, and for telling us this wonderful, wonderful story …