We need to sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience.
Every single time I read this I get a picture in my mind of a Great Blue heron, patiently wading through dim light, catching the occasional minnow and craning their long neck toward any movement they see out of the corner of their eye. They are fascinating to watch.
On my closer-to-home adventure today, I landed at a tiny gravelled, three-car pull-out near what appeared to be a paved trail. As I pondered walking out, I met someone new today ! As it happened, I met the perfect guide to all things birding in Kent. Stephanie walked me out along the path and shared a veritable treasure-trove of information about everything I was missing in the city I grew up in. Who knew?
Her friends call her the heron-whisperer and they are not wrong. After leaving this Puget Power trail she offered to lead me to a spot nearby called Bezos Ponds where we got a front- row seat watching this heron feast on tiny fish. An eagle made a cameo appearance, but it was definitely a GBH kind of day.
Grateful to have gotten out the door today.
Grateful for only a sprinkle of rain.
Grateful for good humans in the world willing to spend time with a stranger.
And cheers to fishing for fallen light with patience …