What has comforted me most on a weekend of emotional upsets is all our many friends out in the yard despite the rain—the little black-headed phoebe perched on top of a tiny newborn pear tree with unbudded buds; the alpacas lying head to head like matched bookends; a pair of quails in a comical scurry or flurry; the wakeful owl calling quietly into the night.
The world of nature brings a smile; its hopeful rhythms like the beating of a heart re-affirm themselves. I remember to breathe deeply, breathe in, not hold myself tensed up against the troubles that threaten to defeat my humor and my joie de vivre.
I also love this poem, To Paint the Portrait of a Bird, on The Blue Lantern.
image: Say’s Phoebe, Wolfgang Wander
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