09/05/2026
After months of sawdust and blueprints, an old garage was transformed into a spotless catering kitchen—an orderly sanctuary where everything had its place.
Then came the rustling. Three baby squirrels were trapped in the ceiling when the eaves were hurriedly boarded up.
Once safely reunited with their mother in a nearby tree, human boundaries were finally restored.
Yet when the next season arrived, the young squirrels hadn’t left. They simply spent their afternoons basking and bounding across the metal flashing.
The humans built a kitchen; the squirrels found a playground. I’ve published a new reflection on the blog today called "Zen and the Catering Room Squirrels."
It explores why we rush to seal life's cracks—and includes a 5-minute ambient listening exercise to help you reset.
Ask for the link in the comments section.