I love the rain. I know it’s not everybody’s cup of tea, but I love it. I read something once about the negative ions it puts into the air and, despite the myth, people are actually happier & calmer when it rains (aaaah negative ions, positive benefits).
And the light. The light is just amazing. Before … after, during. (Especially after. Did you see that rainbow across the sky?) As it was drizzling I knew I had to step outside and photograph the little bird’s nest that we found a few days ago.
It had fallen and brought one little boy to tears. He had accidentally bumped the structure it was on and was just heartbroken hearing that the birds would no longer use it. You see, once he bumped it, he picked it up and moved it, to safety. So he thought.
And now I get to see him in the wee-hours of the morning & tell him the good news …
somehow, some way, we were trusted enough to begin again. It in the early hours of the day … maybe even Mother’s Day … they decided that it was safe enough to come back. That their earlier nest wasn’t maliciously destroyed. It hadn’t been attacked. It was an accident that was handled with love & care as best as one little six-year-old boy who loves all things on this earth, could give.
It’s wonderful these chances we are given, isn’t it. The chances to persevere. The opportunity to be trusted again. The ability to start over, even if it might be tough. Over seven years ago we did just that. We moved again. Started again. Took our little nest and built another. Four kids & seven years later, we celebrated Mother’s Day and another huge accomplishment: daddy got his Master’s.
I’ve been busy with projects …
and life.
And living in a moment. Enjoying the rain.
I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to. And what you’ve been enjoying while you sip your cup of tea.
“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP
we are good to go.
