Birdsong welcomes Spring
Amidst uncommon stillness
Human voices quiet
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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All the better to hear the beautiful birdsong!
Good way to look at it, Dale. 🙂
Silver linings… always! 🙂
Hope you are well!
I am well, thanks. Stay well yourself. I’m getting better at learning to use my knuckle to punch the button on the apartment elevator.
A pencil would be good too 😉
Yes, but I usually don’t have a pencil or a pen with me.
Right.
The birds are keeping me company in the quiet mornings when I can’t sleep anymore.
This is lovely
The birds I hear most are the two Canada geese who make this their year – long home. They lend a sense of the possibility of performance in a strange new place.
PS I meant the geese lend permanence. Spell check can make mistakes I don’t catch.