contributed by Sarah Hubbard
The thunder booms and the rain pours as the sun sets on this day. The wren sings her song as heavy drops of water fall on her.
In my body I practice being like the wren.
I learn from the wren how to be in the rain.
How to let the cold drops fall on me – soak me to the bone. How to know when it is safe to be in the rain to eat and when it isn’t.
Like the wren, I wait for the thunder and lightning to get heavier knowing it won’t be long before I will have to seek shelter.
In watching the wren as she makes her way in the pouring rain I wonder if she is as uncomfortable as me. But, I can’t help myself I’ve got to just be here. It’s all I can do tonight it seems.
I consider the little wren. She is probably still raising young. Wren can raise up to three broods in one season. Those poor poor mama birds – they sure have to work hard. A lot harder than I do with only the one brood. Thankfully, I get a full 18 years or so to get it done. They get about 30 days to get their babies hatched, fed, skilled enough to somewhat survive, and free. IF their young paid attention they might survive the Coopers Hawk. I don’t envy birds and the job of raising their young at all…
As the story unfolds in mind I figure she has to be out getting food for her babies – there’s a lot of rain coming down tonight.
And there it is… the gripe of a young and hungry juvenile wren confirming my theory. (Last year, I thought that on going begging call was an alarm call – “ALARM! ALARM! COOPERS HAWK ON THE HUNT!” This year, I know what it is because I got lucky enough to see a juvenile wren making it while flitting its wings and following its mama around. Nice reminder that as soon as I think I know something I really don’t.)
The thunder booms.
The wren gets what she’s after, disappears, and the baby gets quiet. It must still be in the nest…
For me, it is back to the sound of the rain and the thunder.
Because I have not yet learned how to truly ‘quiet my mind’ it wanders into where is the nest? Is it the same wren I see in the back yard almost every day? Will her hard work pay off and her young make it to adulthood? Will they stay here or will they move on? How will I ever know?
I ask myself frequently with my busy schedule and full life how I have time to have a sit spot practice. The only answer I can come up with is that I just can’t help it. Somehow, all these questions I have need answers.
For me, the best way to get it – at least for now – is to go to the woods and sit…