It was dusk, the sun below the horizon, though still light out. One coyote stood fifty yards from the front door, in the middle of the street, right on the line which marks the stop. He stared north, into some trees or in the yard of another house. Not a movement did he make, for at least a minute or two. I thought some driver not paying attention would come by. None did. He stood. Another moved in from behind him, attentive as he was, following some plan it seemed. Both were intent. The second walked across the street into the driveway of a house, lost from my eyes, either going up the hill, or down into a creek ravine, the exact places I walk my own dog daily. The first stared for a while longer, a sentry at his post, then turned and walked the opposite direction. I did not know their purpose, but from fifty yards I could see they were not casually about. I could only hope that visiting pets were safely inside their homes, their careless owners watchful at that moment. The coyotes knew something, only they knew what.
Tonight a light breeze blows cooling off a warmer day. Human sounds were scattered throughout the evening — sounds of construction, of talking, of mechanical noises by visitors who do not know mountain life, and break the etiquette. A new spider web stretches from a beam of the roof to a beam on my balcony. The crawling things are emerging for Spring.
My anticipated tasks went as I hoped this day, a peace I have not felt in a while returned. Not the calming peace which urges stillness. No, a peace which provokes to action. I wrote as I have not written in a while, I enjoyed the sun’s shine in various ways, all while still getting to those less enlarging activities, a day balanced once more.
Tonight I hold on to all this, feeling draws of decline, but rejoicing in how my heart felt while in the midst of fruitful endeavor. All is well, and days like this confirm this fact. Only, I know, it sometimes takes a while for the physical signs to reveal themselves. First the peace comes, and the continued leading of the Spirit in and through me. Like Israel in the wilderness, God provides and provokes at every step, my only concern being that which is right before me.
I pray tomorrow will go much the same. There is a lessening of my extremes, a sign my soul grows, learning to be content, and fight to stay so.