I love a good day off.
For me, a “good day off” is when I can relax every part of my being. My breathing feels deeper, the sky seems bluer … you get the idea.
We made a point of getting out of the house early one morning to take a day trip to the ocean. Before we left, I asked:
“What intention would you like to set for our trip today?”
He thought for a few seconds and with a mischievous look on his face, he replied:
I laughed and thought…buffalo? OK. Buffalo. What the heck! That’s so like him. A good challenge. Innocent fun.
I was game (so to speak).
It doesn’t matter that we are on the mid-Atlantic coast, where the buffalo are famous for not roaming.
We drove over two hours to the beach. Our conversation was light and fun. I kept my eyes open for buffalo. He kept his eyes on the GPS.
The ride was beautiful. We found a rather crowded beach for a Tuesday. Both of us prefer a less crowded venue, so we found a good lunch spot and thought about how we’d spend the rest of the day.
After lunch, we headed north for the state park. We walked on the uncrowded beach, examining shells and rocks and the many horseshoe crabs. We talked to the fisher folk. Spot was the popular catch of the day.
We learned that most people just group all gulls together. They had no idea what kind of gull we were seeing.
Just when we were about to call it quits on the survey, we asked one more person and bingo!
The Napoleon Gull.
Our day on the beach was winding down. We walked back to the car, deciding to take a slightly different route back. We felt feeling confident we couldn’t go far wrong with the GPS.
Once we got through the commercial beach roads and their outlet stores, our ride home was just as scenic as before. We saw lots of thriving green fields, produce stands, beautiful clouds, and old farm houses.
We drove by a large field that had a giant irrigation system on wheels. It nearly spanned the length of the field and was made of metal. When you approach one from behind (which I had never done), and you use your imagination, it looks like a dinosaur skeleton at the Smithsonian. Kind of. When I saw that, I (ever the optimist) thought…Well, if we don’t see a buffalo, at least we have seen a ” dinosaur”.
And it was just after that thought that we rounded the corner only to see… a bison farm.
In the background beyond the fence stood not one, but several buffalo large and small. Who knew?
You put them out there and “hold a space” for them without any expectation or forcing or figuring.
It’s always a good idea to go about your day with a your antennae up.
Have you seen your buffalo today?