The other morning I woke to a faintly familiar sound. A strange chirping that reminded me of something deep in the recesses of my memory. What could it be? A call from another time. A time before the Polar Vortex. Wait a minute….! It couldn’t!
BIRDS?! It IS March, after all. But – birds?
Then in my ADD manner, I forgot about them – until I was on the way home from walking Michael to school. There it was again, but this time a cracking sound. “Woody? Woody Woodpecker? Is that you?” And sure enough it was. The other birds were building nests… I admired them for a while. And then –
OH, CRAP! NO ONE TOLD THE BIRDS… It’s still winter and they came anyway.
Birds mean sunshine, and grass (that you can see) and BBQs, hanging out on the deck admiring the crocuses. But when I opened our gate…
Well, here’s our deck
There’s the grill.
And they came anyway.
It reminded me –
Sometimes normal beautiful things happen even in the midst of an unwelcome “new normal”. I can see hope through the ice.
Bless the birds! And thank you for the inspiring message. I worried about the Sandhill cranes leaving too soon from the fields down here and flying into all the snow in Colorado. But they have been around for millions of years so I have faith they knew what they were doing when the headed out last week on their annual migration to their northern breeding grounds. I always miss their sweet and graceful company, when they leave. I hope you enjoy your bird friends and I am glad they showed up to add some joy to your days in Polar Vortex land.
…just like all of our collective hope and love and good wishes will melt away the temporary ice and snow of your health right now. Go birds go!
Are you sure you are not Thich Nhat Hahn in disguise?? Thanks for your gift of grounding. Love you!