In our backyard, we have two bird feeders. Since I try to attract cardinals, I keep them filled with sunflower seeds. Early in the mornings or late in the afternoons, the birds make their rounds. Seems as if they spend all their time looking for food. From one feeder to another, they are continually hunting for something to eat.
Stagecoach Trail is a fave place for us to go for a short, not-too-difficult hike. Near the starting spot, there is a circle of rocks, left over remnants of campfire circles. The trail is rocky, sometimes muddy, and large boulders have been shoved to the sides of the path.
This week marked a big step for two people close to me. My daughter said, “I don’t know if I can let him go!” On Tuesday, my 3-year-old grandson went to school for the first time. It’s hard to say who felt the pain of separation more: my daughter, her firstborn, or Grandma.
Bird’s Eye View – Yesterday, when I parked at the lot on my way into the grocery store, I looked up at the extraordinary blue. What a day. One of those chamber-of-commerce afternoons where the spring green of the trees met the deep clear sundrenched sky.
Open, shut. She was fascinated by it. I couldn’t help but think how like that we are. Open, shut. We open ourselves to new things, then shut down. We open up to intimacy in relationships and sometimes shut that down. We open up to new ideas, then shut down and stick with the old.
