A few years ago, I was coming home late in the evening and spotted a small fox on the side of the road, clearly injured.

I called every wildlife vet I could find, and no one could help.

The little fox died while I was calling.

It’s not too much to say I was heartbroken.

I have always felt a soul connection with foxes, so to see this little one suffer and die was painful on many levels.

I buried her in the woods behind my house next to a glacial boulder.

For the last few days, I’ve seen a fully-grown fox in the neighborhood, usually at dusk. A well-fed, healthy-looking fox trotting with that jaunty gait I so admire.

Today I came home from some errands around noon and this fox was standing next to the Fairy Rock in my backyard. She looked straight into my eyes for a thrilling heartbeat. And then with divine nonchalance she trotted into the woods, past the boulder where I buried the little fox.

I am stunned, teary, and grateful.

Life is very kind to us.

The cycles often take time to circle fully around, but they do.

There is a tender magic afoot in the world.

And broken hearts, in time, do mend.

 

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