We have had a lot of snow of late covering the landscape. Food sources for our wild friends are buried beyond where they can retrieve it so I have been diligent about keeping my feeders full (in between shoveling sessions – of which there have been many). There is a family of Crows I feed salmon trimmings to and if I don’t see them, I yell out my door, ‘Crow! Crow I have fish for you!’ This is normally not an issue since at many times my call comes at predawn but shoveling copious amounts of snow has put a hitch in my timetable and I happened to have yelled it out my door at 9:00am.
And my new neighbors caught me.
It is certainly not the first time I have had a ‘witness’ to my life of nontraditional existence, but I do like to be a bit discreet about talking to animals, trees, grass and so forth. Yet every once in a while I am deep in conversation and do not see the now alarmed person walking by or brushing the snow off a car. I admit it ought to be somewhat embarrassing to get ‘caught’. There is no way to justify what I’m doing to a layman but after spending decades hiding myself and the very things that make me ‘tick’, I have chosen to embrace who I am and what my reason for being here is. That doesn’t mean there haven’t been uncomfortable moments. The price of living your life sometimes requires less comfort and more boldness. Something I think we all could benefit from. Boldness. Fearlessness. There is a quote I think of often and it asks, ‘What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?’ I do not remember the author, but those words certainly makes one consider our desires and what keeps us from living life to the fullest, unencumbered by labels others and ourselves have placed on us.
What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail