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The Enchanted Forest - that's what I call my new home on Sand Mountain, Alabama. I tagged it with the name as soon as we drove the U-Haul onto the property in late June, partly to trick my psyche into loving this new, very different locale that I wasn't sure I really wanted. I knew if I told myself often enough that this place was a treasure, I would eventually believe it. It worked. I love my small piece of the planet, and have accepted (almost) everything about it. I wish I'd started this journal the day we arrived - it's too labor-intensive to retrace all the steps that have brought me to this point, so I will begin here and let each day decide what is worthy of documenting. It's self-indulgent, and will surely vacsillate between celebratory and borderline-depressing - but that's what life is. And I find comfort in that cycle. So here goes . . .

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The end . . . the beginning


His/her valiant struggle came to an end late this afternoon.  I was not good enough to do what the wildlife refuge expert told me - to euthanize.  I was not brave, but shamedly asked this baby to be braver than I and bear the struggle.  All I had the courage to do was try to make him/her comfortable by human standards, and to choose a serene and meaningful spot in the Wish Garden for his/her return to the earth that gives new life.  Someday I'll see him/her fly again, on the wings of another, perhaps.  Until then, I wish this tiny one a sweet journey.  And I'll pray for more courage, should I walk this path again.

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