Day 7 Enchantment Feel Good Wild Musings with Renee Magnusson
Strange but the gravitational pull of garbage with fresh snow on a winter night put out for collection the next day from neighbours I hardly see up and down the street. Could be standing behind them in a grocery line and never know and how that's sad really but how everyone comes together on garbage day as if by some invisible force for some communal good and the spark it gives that these strangers might just be here for each other if needed. Friend posted a video on f/b of a pancake run her village has had since 1445. While the run is sexist (only open to females) they run holding a cast iron frying pan with a cooked pancake in it. I found it charming to watch and to listen to the accents of people in the crowd as they check with each other 'Can you see?' 'Are you good?' My friend’s service dog, an exuberant golden retriever with snuffly energy and a brow furrowed with concentration. The weight of his head heavy in my hand today when he was resting. Absolute enchantment and magic and sensory delight this afternoon for a couple of hours in the local conservatory with my friend, sitting on a bench in the warmth with the sounds of a waterfall and the indescribable smell of greenery and fresh earth when outside is still covered with deep snow. Our tai chi instructor telling us that Home Depot (his day job) is the only one in Northwestern Ontario that welcomes dogs into its space, not only service dogs but pet dogs. I never knew that until today but find it enchanting. mauve rosebud petals edges shrivel and crinkle loved ones gone too soon #52
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