By Tommy Airey
Over the past four months, I enjoyed my little “sit-spot,” right in front of our one-bedroom flat in Ojai, CA, perfectly postured for daily communion with two dozen mourning doves posting up in a centuries-old Oak tree across the street. This was a spiritual practice.
Our favorite afternoon adventure, though, was the Shelf Road run, a three-mile jaunt from sit-spot to a weather-beaten bench overlooking the entire Ojai Valley. It was a challenging climb up a steep fire road, but the endorphin-infused walk down together inevitably fueled the conversation. Sweat stimulating Spirit.
On the way home from our final, wheezing, tree-pollen-intoxicated jog, a large lizard shimmied across the street right in front of us. When we looked up, a red-tailed hawk fifty yards was homing in on us, attempting to turn the poor little guy into happy hour. The lizard barely escaped under a conveniently parked Jeep. The hawk perched up on that rig, waiting for him to journey back home. Continue reading