Journal Entry January 19 2011

The business of the new semester catches me by surprise and I am grateful for those moments that cast me out of academia and back into the land of the breathing, pulsing natural world.  A day is book ended by moments I am grateful for–the startling flash of waxwings lifting off  the rowan tree outside my building and flying directly over my nose as I straddle my bike and then the luminescent globe of the full moon rising up over the darkened flank of Mt Paul.