Breath

I’m grateful for my own breath, and for the breath of the forest. This morning, after a quarter inch of rain last night, we walked through the woods, and I chanced to turn and see backlit by the rising sun, the respiration of a juniper tree. Or so it seemed to me. With each exhalation the tree released a mist. I’m grateful to live at a pace where I am able to notice such quotidian natural phenomena, and grateful that my old dog makes sure I get out to walk early in the morning.

I’m grateful, too, that he make sure I get out and walk in the evening, when we go search for Mr. Turtell, which is what Stellar calls Biko. Find Turtell, I tell him, and he trots off ahead of me around the yarden perimeter. He almost always finds Biko on the first circuit, and gets rewarded with a handful of treats. Sometimes he’s a bit vague, and I encourage him, Show me! Then he will bounce on his front feet and bark, to make sure I know which sagebrush to look under.

I’m grateful after twenty years to have come to understand a bit of a tortoise mind; grateful to live with a keeper of slow time. Biko is like a sundial, reliably tucking in under a sagebrush or juniper where the last rays of light will fall in a day, and/or where the first will come in the morning. Over the years I’ve learned to look in certain places certain seasons. In a yard full of late afternoon shade, see how he has parked himself where he’ll get the longest, last rays of sun. My knowledge of his habits, and Stellar’s help, will be increasingly important over the next few weeks as temperatures approach Biko’s threshold. Tomorrow, the forecast is a low of 38℉, just below his tolerance of 40º. We’ll go for a turtle hunt around five, and bring him inside until morning. I’m grateful for the arrival of autumn, with its breath of fresh air.

5 thoughts on “Breath

  1. One of the most wonderful posts you have ever done, and that is saying a lot 🙂 The breathing tree, Biko, and Stellar–sets the day up just right.

  2. The respiration of the tree was just fascinating. I have seen local trees weep with sap in such volume that it sounds like rain. This all seems so revelatory and yet I’m confident it’s been happening for eons. I’d like to slow down and be more present. It’s lovely to notice the miracles of nature.

  3. The respiration of the tree was just fascinating. I have seen local trees weep with sap in such volume that it sounds like rain. This all seems so revelatory and yet I’m confident it’s been happening for eons. I’d like to slow down and be more present. It’s lovely to notice the miracles of nature.

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