6:45 sit tonight
Lost a duck two nights ago, and last night my husband scared away the black fox who'd probably come back for more. Tis the season of hungry pups.
On the way to my tree tonight, I pondered the groundhog hole near its trunk. Down on the ground, peering as far in as I could, into the darkness, into the body of the earth. Roots, lumpy earth, rocks line the sides of the hole. I was suddenly struck by how holy, how immeasurably sacred and perfect it must be to be carried by an animal into the earth after death. To be carried down, into the darkness, into the belly of the earth from which we all come.
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