Thursday, October 24, 2013

The New Home Office

My husband worked in corporate America trapped in a cubicle for more than twenty years, and for another five divided his time between a desk facing a wall at home and a windowless office in a massive building. (My home office looked across the street to a small orchard and Betsy, the neighbor's cow.)

Now, though, in our self-employment venture, Kevin's office looks out on the waters south of Agate Passage in Puget Sound. He has stationed a table, printer, and his laptop computer in the upper room of the house we are remodeling to sell, and has been spending his days at the new home office since August.

He can tell you how high the tide is within six inches, at what depth the large rock off the shore will be submerged, how this translates to the water level against the bulkhead, and how the sounds we can hear of water slapping against wood vary with the tide. He watches the inland sea expand and contract each day, the sunset go pink over the water and the moonrise over Bainbridge Island, and catches the top of Mt. Rainier on clear days.

Each day he watches clouds and fog roll and lift and birds fly and float: seagulls that flock by, blue herons who fish from the shore and perch on the large rock, cormorants who roost all day on a floating dock a few hundred yards north, spreading their wings like bats for minutes at a time when they need (I speculate here) personal space, and with some regularity, bald eagles gliding by.

I don’t work at the project house often, we’ve hired professionals and laborers as befits a business, but I’ve spent time there kayaking, picnicking, spending the night by the beach twice, visioning with Kevin and offering my opinion on the latest plans, and gardening.

I’ve spent a lot of time there this last week, picking sticks and plant debris out of the hillside, cutting off dead branches of native salal, and trying to remove the roots of Himalayan blackberry (curse you Himalayan blackberry). The eagles have been out. One afternoon I kept hearing lots of distinctive chatter, and dropped what I was doing to scan the sky, but couldn’t quite locate it. Finally I saw the eagle fly by with a soft cedar tip in its talons. I guessed it was building a nest.

Kevin tells me that my entire demeanor changes when I hear an eagle, and it’s true. I enter a state of heightened awareness, listening intently, looking up and up and around, and evidently my jaw drops and my eyes sparkle and I’m alight. When Kevin’s nearby, I call to him, “Bald eagle,” and he lopes out of the house, down the hill to where I am, looking at the sky.

Yesterday, Kevin, who has been working outside near the water, saw two eagles making their presence very visible, taking over the cormorants’ dock, flying together over the neighborhood. He phoned me with an eagle report; he is as rapt as I am, and I am glad we are delighting in this together. I don’t know if we’d feel the same if we were born and raised here, but we weren’t and I pray that the novelty never wears off. (Watch a video of the eagles.)

I think we have a mating pair in the neighborhood establishing a new nest, and today I heard the telltale cry and looked up to see a bald eagle flapping furiously in pursuit of a seagull. The eagle caught the gull in its talons and plummeted to the water. As they hit the surface, the gull broke free, but for long minutes, the eagle continued to chase it. I called to Kevin and together we gaped at something akin to silent aerial road rage. It was fascinating and a bit frightening. Finally, the eagle, energy spent, returned to a tree out of sight, and the gull dropped to the water, bobbing peacefully.

I returned my attention to gardening, thankful that I’d looked up. An hour later I watched a seagull in the shallows dive to the bottom three times, catch a crab, walk to shore, and eat it one bite (and I thought they only mooched French fries at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk).

 I think about the people we will sell this house to, and I hope that they too, will drop whatever tasks occupy them to witness the wildlife dramas in their midst. There is something transformative about working in this environment, the intricacies of nature played out before us instead of in a Nature documentary that shifts our manual labors from work to gift.

There must be moments when my husband wonders how he fell so far off the corporate ladder, and I too have fleeting thoughts of a time when I was recognized in town and respected by the church and its elders. Our circles now are so much smaller, some days encompassing only the two of us plus our cats.

And yet this radical change in circumstances has allowed us to connect with each other and with the natural order in ways that participating in corporate hierarchies and church institutions simply cannot.

For this time in this new home office, I give thanks.

1 comment:

  1. What a in inspiring story of the power of being present to the amazing reality of life. Thank you!