look at the birds

A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon my window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
”Ain’t you ‘shamed, you sleepy-head!
— Time to Rise by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.

He’d lost his way, but hope still fluttered in and out of focus like a bird, singing that if he kept putting one foot in front of the other, he might just make it home.
— The Clockmaker's Daughter by Kate Morton

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.

He will cover you with his feathers. He will shelter you with his wings. His faithful promises are your armor and protection.
— Psalms 91:4

I’m reading through the book of Job

through all the judgements and sharp clever remarks

back and forth

1Then Job replied:

2“I have heard many things like these;
you are miserable comforters, all of you!
3Will your long-winded speeches never end?
What ails you that you keep on arguing?
4I also could speak like you,
if you were in my place;
I could make fine speeches against you
and shake my head at you.
5But my mouth would encourage you;
comfort from my lips would bring you relief.
— Job 16:1-5

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

like peacemakers;

my enneagram type 9 husband

who as of lately decided he wants to take up bird watching! I love him.

26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
— Matthew 6:26