Promise of a Fox

Promise of a fox:

I love those synchronistic moment, being a collision of events that might seem random without any meaning assigned, and yet so perfect in how they all coincide, as if designed with true purpose. Yesterday morning brought me the thought of foxes, a memory at first, thinking of when my partner and I saw a fox in the exact spot I where I was then walking. Both times it was mid-morning, sun-lit, and not the usual opportunity to catch a glimpse of a fox. However, the memory brought a watchfulness to me, thinking that there's always, at the very least, the promise of foxes, and that I should be mindful of their presence here, never knowing when one might appear. 

at that very moment,

with the promise of foxes in mind. 

a glimpse caught from the corner of my eye,flashing auburn, and that unmistakable grace of their glide through woods - my fox appeared and offered me a moment's stare of curiosity, as watchful of me as I was of her. Such a meaningful instant, a peek of mystery, and just a heart-break moment where the world shatters from its illusion of separation and everything feels spacious and whole. 

synchronistic.

perhaps for the fox as well.

and so we shared a look between us, eyes locked, meaningful, at least for me - before the fox broke glance and slide graceful through the woods. My first instinct was to dissect the moment for it's value, a lesson maybe imparted from a deep connection with nature. 

but no, I let that thought pass, 

as it seems to me that the only meaning really needed

 is the synchronistic moment itself...

and the ever present promise of a fox.

Love, Eric 

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