1. Fire Bird is back in the hollow. The oriole has returned. I have been watching and listening for weeks now. Yesterday, as I was getting out of the shower, I heard his whistle. I opened the window, and he flew in to sit on the branch of sycamore right in front of me, whistling and whistling. I felt as though my longing had drawn him here. Later in the afternoon, his lady came, too, timid and whispery, yellow-green like the leaves on the poplar. And he is such an impossible orange. Satisfying orange.
2. A bright and shining bird of a boy who is ten years old today. He is driven by his curiosity, compelled to explore and tweak and consider, to question and create and figure things out. I can’t imagine anymore what life was like before he was part of it.
3. Drawing to ourselves what we love.
4. My mother. Mentor and model, thoughtful and contemplative, she has done so much to make the world a better and more just place.
5. Mother Earth
May we walk in Beauty!