Birds keep me grounded. Ironic, as they are winged beings of the air. A seemingly simple, female Rufous hummingbird lands on my window feeder, and I am brought back to earth from the depths of my mind. The act is simple, the bird complex. How they travel all the way to Alaska with such fragile winged bodies must prove that miracles are possible and hope is still worth holding on to.
“To look at any thing”
To look at any thing
If you would know that thing,
You must look at it long:
To look at this green and say
“I have seen spring in these:
Woods,” will not do—you must
Be the thing you see:
You must be the dark snakes of
Stems and fern plumes of leaves,
You must enter in
To the small silences between
The leaves,
You must take your time
And touch the very place
They issue from.
~ Clark Moustakas (1990)
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