In a year of challenge, surprise, and a lot of time inside we often forget that every moment is ever changing. Nothing stays the in that terribly devastating same state and nothing is as wonderfully nostalgic as it used to be — we just like to remember it that way. And that’s okay.

Pete has been working from home for almost five months. Juno has been crawling around, eating snacks, sleeping, having lunch and reading books in the same workspace. And for me it feels like I’m always trying to feed the baby, clean the floors (seriously how do they get so dirty!), water the the plants, keep the ‘workspace’ calm and quiet, and nourish the family bellies and hearts. I also take time out for my own screentime pleasures, Junior Baking Show is my favourite right now. I love watching young British kids tackle adult baking tasks. They optimistic, proud of themselves and most importantly they are all so nice to each other — a perfect, positively inspiring, quarantine pasttime.

I’m a strong believer of being in the moment, staying ‘awake’ to the details small and large but sometimes, some days, when the rain hits hard, your body and mind fail you, and radio delivers travesty after tragedy one must look elsewhere. Nothing stays the same. Reaching, believing, and looking forward is a welcomed break. We are ready for change. We are fiercely looking forward.

My husband (who is also my number one blog reader) has taken up a new morning activity. He wakes around five and grabs the baby. He puts on his new runners, buckles Juno in the stroller, and they stroll. Pete hurt his rib recently jumping off a dock into the refreshing ocean waters off he coast of Mayne Island and he’s unable to run. It’s working out nicely for now as he’s slowing down and taken on this morning routine (that leaves me sleeping soundly in the bed in an empty house!).

Clover Point is small cul-de-sac peninsula on the Salish Sea over looking Port Angels mountains in the USA. On a windy day you often find kids of all ages flying kites in the grassy centre. There is some municipal construction taking place close by which is nice because there are no cars allowed on this part of the land until the fall. At 5am however there is no one around. This morning Pete and Juno were graced with the beauty and power of two bald eagles.

The Eagles are the highest flying bird. Soaring above the clouds and also plucking fish from the ocean’s water these birds of prey are considered a symbol of man’s connection to the divine. The meeting of an eagle bestows freedom to the onlooker and encouragement to look ahead. The eagle is a powerful symbol of courage but also honesty and truth which to me means we can look forward fiercely but we can never forget or deny who we are or where we are right now. With sharp vision and raptor aggression and elegant beauty the eagle always stays true to the life around and in the moment. He or she can see the future, focus on the prey, but the eagle always knows the truth and effort and path required to get there.

I love my husband and baby. I’m so grateful for their experiences together and observations of nature. At this point, I think we are all looking forward in some way or another with the exception of Juno — she’s so happy all the time. Pete and I can continue to focus on the goal (prey) and appreciate the journey.

With COVID-19 I think we have to approach everyday with razor sharp awareness and fiercely looking forward.