as i dropped down the steep hill behind the school, on the way across the baseball fields and off into the woods down by the river (yes, I have been reading Ulysses), Wolfboy darts around the corner of the school and into places unknown (again). He usually rejoins me within about 10 minutes, so i continued to the beaver dam. saw two beavers at the beaver dome (house) that I feared might be abandoned. They swam into it, never really acknowledging that i was there at all. then I walked down to the next dome. and saw two more beavers. the sun was setting, there was a remarkable sunset. The forest seemed illuminated. The temperature was PERFECTION. and the silence was holy. I was a fairy world that cannot be reproduced. as I stood watching the beavers swim, eat, play and frolic, I heard what sounded like BABY beavers inside the dome. there were several kids in there peeping away.... and then there was the occasional gnawing (surely , housecleaning and moving furniture). my greatest joy? previously, i was thinking that perhaps this was a lone bachelor beaver, as i have only seen one at a time, and though he lived alone. I was delighted that my beaver friend has a family. Im delighted that my beaver friend is not alone. it was a holy day.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 03:48:33 +0000
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