look at the birds
We wait in wonder
to what will wake us up from winter’s sleep
a cheerful chirp from heavens hand
arrives in various form
on the window sill of our soul
and I would like to think the birdie is not serious about the shame
but playful in it’s game of bringing lightness
hopping by for a hello hi
grinning at our groggy look
The first poem is from a book my Grandmother gave me when I was a child; Leaves From a Child’s Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson.
I like that some poems are short and simple
others longer and deeper
variety is nice.
I’ve been thinking about birds or just noticing the ways they are showing up in my life lately; what I’ve been reading, what I’ve been seeing or what I’ve been thinking.
My mother-in-law bought me a bird house covered in bird seeds for Christmas
so these last winter months I’ve watched all sizes of birds visit the little house outside my home.
I hope you’ve found a home
where you don’t feel the weight of constant judgement
a home that welcomes with grace
let’s you have your space too
It’s my husband’s birthday this weekend. And it’s my favorite attribute about him. He makes me feel safe and not shamed.
He has that gift and shares it with the world by simply being himself.
I’m reading through the book of Job
through all the judgements and sharp clever remarks
back and forth
and reading through the book of Job
it stands out to me even more
what a gift I have in Jeff. His name means “God peace”
and for my sensitive soul he is just what I needed in a soulmate
and God gives good gifts
my enneagram type 9 husband
who as of lately decided he wants to take up bird watching! I love him.