My favorite mug.
When we first moved into our neighborhood, we discovered a family of owls lives here. In the evenings, on occasion, we could hear them hooting back and forth to one another.
We spotted one of them pretty early on — a barred owl, sitting up in a tree, staring at us as we looked up at him. We named him Reuben.
Only occasionally have we heard that family of owls in the five years we’ve lived here. Maybe they moved to another neighborhood for a while.
But they seem to have moved back.
Over the last couple months, we’ve heard them frequently. Hooting and cacking back and forth at one another. One owl, in particular, hoots his way all through the night sometimes.
I notice the owls hooting when I sit on the couch in the evenings with my mug of tea. Doing nothing else. Just sitting and being with the moment and listening to the sounds of the owls. Watching Solomon and Diva snooze, all snuggled up on a blanket.
Do you know the sound a cardinal makes?
It’s a tiny chirp. A tweet. One staccato note, so unobtrusive. The same pitch every time.
I know this because Kirk knows pretty much everything there is to know about birds. He can identify them by sight and sound. He can spot a bald eagle far off in the sky, catching its “flash of white” on its wingspan and tail. He knows about ospreys and herons and kites and, yes, cardinals.
He taught me to notice the cardinal chirp.
I hear it when I’m sitting on the couch in the morning with my tumbler of coffee. Just sitting. Doing nothing but breathing in and out. Listening to the sounds of the neighborhood. Rubbing Diva’s back if she decides to snuggle up beside me on the blanket.
Sitting on the couch with coffee or tea in the morning or evening becomes a still point for me.
What are the still points for you right now?