On my last vacation day in Colorado, one of the many things I will miss the most is the almost daily visit from one of the friendly foxes that roam our neighborhood. This one, in particular, would sit in the front yard sunning himself while the crows squawked their disapproval. Another, scrawnier fox would make his way up the back deck stairs and sit at the screen door looking in. They may be known for their craftiness or cunning, but, to me, they were mountain messengers.
After a long year of unpredictable, heartbreaking parental illnesses, these foxes reminded me that the unexpected isn’t always a terrible shock or an experience to be avoided at all costs. Oh yes, I like to be in control and I’m a planner by nature. So I’m not the type to welcome the unexpected into my world. Nope, I’m the one saying, “Excuse me,” (because I’m a Southern girl), “What the hell are you doing here?” (because a cuss word is like a bodyguard who gets the point across just by being there.) “Get on outta here, Unexpected.”
But thanks to the foxes, I’m rethinking the unpredictable. You can be beautiful and utterly captivating. And I can’t help but catch my breath when I see you because I don’t want you to disappear if I exhale. Then that born-and-bred Southern hospitality takes over. “It’s so good to see you! Sit for awhile. Have a homemade chocolate chip cookie and some iced tea.”
From what I can tell, the foxes will happily come right in.