I walk up to the window, open my arms, bend my knees, wiggle my fingers and say – “Show yourself, snow bunnies!”. A winter wonderland surrounds the room – wide, white windows, snow contrasting wood; low visibility makes the trees stand out more than usual in the back drop of flurry mist. Candice sits behind me, working, and I speak aloud, “We gotta see one before the season ends. It has to happen. It will.” A moment’s pause, I continue to peer out and scan the land, she continues to work, head down. “We’re only gonna see it though if we look for it. We’re only gonna see one if we take the time to look.” I notice the thought and power of Seeking, Focus, Desire. Chances grow when given just one more thoughtful glance, one extra breath dedicated to possibility and space. I turn to see her, head still down, “I’ll look for the both of us,” I say, “That way when I see one I’ll yell out and you’ll be able to see it, too.” Team work. Looking out for one another. I’m not sure she even heard. It didn’t matter, I’d holler if it happened anyway, and I was happy to hold post, to give a few of my moments to manifesting this dream. It didn’t happen today, but it’s coming… I know this because I Believe. 

Y’all showed up for my blog post yesterday – funny how the word Sex draws people in – funny what resonates with others when it didn’t necessarily stand out to me – smiles at comments left. I’m at a cafe in the corner of town and though I’ve tried escaping lodge talk I’m found in the same kind of conversation with strangers here. “Do you know where I could get a good lunch? Is there a massage place around here? Are there other cafes nearby?” I stay present and genuine and patient as I answer. I’d prefer solitude but I do what I can to show up to the moment, the moment that’s been given to me.

There are kids next door and they’re loud; I ask him if he can hear them. He says No, but then immediately says Yes the next time they shout out. Several minutes pass and he comments how loud it is, asks if it’d been happening the whole while, intrigued he didn’t pick up on it before. Funny how much awareness can shift experience. How much we can block out as white noise. How we notice certain things only after they’re brought to our attention. I remember walking away from the parking lot in high school beginning to sing a random song. I looked at my friend and commented how that was weird and it came out of nowhere. She said a car in the lot had just been blasting that song, did I not hear it? I hadn’t, though apparently I had; I heard but hadn’t listened. I had been there, but hadn’t been present. It was a clear shift in seeing our sponge-like powers, how much we soak in without even realizing, how easily the brain can become saturated by our surroundings; our senses processing on subconscious level, auto-pilot moving. Wake Up, I told myself, Pay Attention. 

  
 Art from Rhiannon – my favorite farm in Ecuador <3