What is the degree of independence? This scene played out at my birdbath, and it was a break of sorts from feeding and fears of the Cooper’s hawk lurking from just beyond the laurels. Or at least that’s how it appeared, playing out in my mind as a serene act. So I began wondering about thoughts, and the breaks in between. Meditation of sorts. Focusing on that space in between thoughts. It’s fleeting like most things in life, but it’s a start towards awareness before the Cooper’s hawk of uncertainty becomes a certainty. Or perhaps I’m just thinking aloud.