Dare I even ask? The birds have already made their predictions, and have made the journeys that accompany them, and I hope for their sakes that it is indeed. For almost a month we've had strangers at the feeders. Dozens of redwing blackbirds blackening the trees outside my window, trying their hands at sunflower seeds. European... Continue Reading →
They're singing again. A January thaw is upon us, and the birds of the homestead are ecstatic. My eyes snapped open this morning as an unknown avian friend warbled out her morning greetings. Shamefully, I can't connect her voice with her face in my jumbled-up brain, and sadly, my rusty echolocation, struggling to revive from... Continue Reading →
Again, Cast Light leaves me no choice but to reblog. What an excellent steward of the gift of words. Cast on…
“Sometimes I go about with pity for myself and all the while Great Winds are carrying me across the sky.” – Ojibway saying
On the days that don’t make sense, the ones that chip away at our core, rather our ego, we are being broken and remolded for something new. A slow releasing of what’s not important anymore, the arm wrestle of growth, a series of letting goes.
And in those moments of the mundane, we can let feelings and moods rise to the top and move through them to finish what’s been started. And in the midst of the dry days, the hollow is transforming into the hallowed. Faith holds our hand to the other side and gratitude shines the light of what is ours here and now.
Flowers bloom. The sun rises. Easter always comes.
Spring appears to be right around the corner, and I am, to say the least, ready. First off, it has been a pathetic winter in Wisconsin. Official snowfall totals are under 20", and most all of that fell in little dustings, they blew off to some new locale... Boston maybe. There is just not much... Continue Reading →