December 28, 2025
Morning Reflections
Fly-By Sun & One-Footed Courage…
The sky was impossibly blue this morning — the kind of clear that makes your lungs open a little wider and your heart soften a little easier. The sun sat high, glowing like an unspoken promise that even when moments shift, beauty stays close.
The birds came in for a single fly-by today — a burst of excitement, then a sudden retreat. Something spooked them. Wings scattered. The air went quiet. And instead of feeling the loss of them, I felt the certainty of them. Because I know this: what startles them away never keeps them away. They’ll be back later, circling overhead like little feathery messengers saying we remember you too.
Then there was Clubby — sweet, brave Clubby, a member of the one-foot club. She stepped right up to me without hesitation, ate from my hands like we had a standing appointment, like kindness had already written her name on the guest list. She reminds me that trust doesn’t need symmetry. Courage doesn’t need two feet. Love doesn’t keep count at all.
Surfers on the shoreline, smiling into their own version of joy — carving waves like exclamation points on a grateful day. Their laughter blended with the tide, proof that happiness can be loud without disrupting the peace.
Today felt like a reminder in real time — that gratitude isn’t found only in what stays, but also in what returns. And everything I love about this place is still here: the sky, the sand, the ocean, the birds, the humans finding fun, the creatures finding safety.
Seconds. Fly-bys. One-footed bravery. The simplest moments are always the biggest teachers. Right where I’m meant to be. Right when I need it most.
Capturing beauty, sharing light,
April
Morning Gratitude Thought:
The sky gave sunshine. Clubby gave courage. The ocean gave rhythm. And the birds gave a reminder — even in retreat, there is return. Gratitude doesn’t need perfection to be powerful. Just presence. Just heart. Just a single second that makes you smile.
