|The eyes are the window to the soul.|
Today, I stole a quiet moment. It had been long overdue. The kids were playing so nicely and quietly together that I took time to sneak off into the gardens and brilliant sunshine where I have been working all week long. I found a place in the grass and sat. From my vantage point I could see the chickens, the garden and the new beehives. As hard as it was, I refrained from calling out to the flock.
Tilly and Oyster Cracker were wing to wing just sitting in a huge dusty crater they had made; a perfect bath for two. I felt like a spy. There I was like a fly on the wall, peeping into their moment together. What were they doing in there?
There they sat. I could hear them talking a low sort of muttering under their breath. Then one would see something on the other's back and they would gently remove it with their beak. It would be quiet and then their conversation would resume. There were no awkward moments of silence. There was no rush to jump up and grab treats from me. Their guards were down. They too were just chilling out relaxing. This was their stolen moment.
Moments like today are so few and far between for so many of us. It was strange, this realization that the chickens needed time for themselves too. They needed quality time for themselves, without the pecking order in the way, other family members showing up trying to squeeze their way into the dust bath or any unplanned visitors to interrupt their day.
Sometimes by doing nothing at all, we accomplish what we truly need. Hearts are filled. A sense of peace is restored and we are enveloped in the warmth of the sun's arms. Our souls come alive. If I pay close enough attention, I swear sometimes I can feel it dancing in my heart.
Photo Credit: Tilly's Nest