Tuesday, May 14, 2013
What We Do Not See
I took that picture on my walk this morning. It is of the old, hidden graveyard in the woods. Every time I visit that place, it seems different to me than the time before and not in a way that can be easily explained by the changing season.
Anyway, there it is and it is a beautiful and restful place, I think.
I also saw a fox on my walk. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something which registered as different in a field of blackberries and weeds and I stopped and it was a fox. He was huge, as foxes go, and he saw me and for that one timeless second, we looked at each other, eye-to-eye, a wild thing and a domesticated one. It seems to me that there may well be a communication in these quick eye meetings. There is certainly a great deal of cognition going on in both parties.
He seemed rather bold to me in that he did not dash away immediately upon seeing me but held his ground as he held his gaze. I, not really afraid of foxes but seeing no reason to disturb him, turned and walked the other way. I have plenty of options as to where I can walk and he seemed intent on something in that field. Probably a rabbit he had caught. I have seen them too, but they always dart away after their initial freezing upon recognizing my presence.
I am always amazed when I think of the number of creatures we share our world with, mostly completely unbeknownst to us. It is only the rare encounter which reminds me. There is so much to this world that we move in that we are in complete ignorance of. I try to humbly remember as I walk down the dirt path and through the woods that I may well be being observed by an animal with watchful, thoughtful eyes, that behind a stand of overgrown bushes and a line of trees, there may well be the bones of humans lying quietly beneath the dirt.