In the first decent spell of rainfall we’ve had for a full month, we drove to the small town of Colonial Beach this morning . We sat in companionable silence, happy for the rain to wash away the pollen and bring new life to spring flowers and plants. Both Dave and I grew up in this town of only 3,000 people and we still think of it as home. A little peninsula, with the Potomac River on one side and Monroe Bay on the other, Colonial Beach is a bird sanctuary. Driving down the narrow streets, we stopped to watch a few ducks play in the puddles.
In a feathered-version of the yoga tree pose, the Mallard duck stood with one foot rooted to the ground. I couldn’t help but admire his effortless balance. Working on much the same in my life. Steady body, calm mind.