The robin is back. She came earlier in the season and took up residence in last year’s nest, tucked under the yoga room deck. She laid eggs, hatched them, fed the three chicks and then kicked them out and vacated the nest herself. It’s a few weeks later and she’s back. She’s fiercely sitting on new eggs. She watches us suspiciously through the windows. She never leaves, she just moves round and round on those eggs. She *is* serious hardcore committment.

Seeing her watch me reminds me about the things that I need to do more fiercely in my life. She reminds me that there are places where I need to do less frittering. Places that need to be protected more ferociously. She reminds me that the things I want to hatch in my life are delicate and need special protection until they’re grown.