I have been thinking about you
more than you know, you know?
Here in the mornings when birdsong
enwraps me in a blanket
of messages in whistle and trill,
while the early morning chill
is dissipating as the sun
rises over the ridge,
or when I am out in the field,
or walking up our winding hill,
or pulling out the pans
to make tuna noodle casserole,
my heart will suddenly veer,
shift into a different focus,
and be where you are.
That little sparrow that hopped
along your windowsill
and peered inside
as if searching for someone.
That was my heart,
seeking you out.
The little white puff of cloud
alone in the blue sky
that seemed to follow you home.
The flash of sunlight
as you turned a corner.
I have wanted to give you words
to help you feel less alone.
Something that rhymes with hope,
or sounds like the whisper of the arms
of sturdy friends encircling you
through this slow and vicious storm.
Today, watch for sunlight on a bird’s wing,
look for the golden face of a dandelion in the grass,
the shadow on your kitchen table
as the day leans into afternoon.
Listen for the trill of sparrow
and the knock of a woodpecker
in the distance, from the park.
That vibrant net of color and sound
is woven by watchful hearts,
holding you.
My gratitude lists sometimes get a little birdy. That’s okay, really. Sometimes a bird is more than a bird. Sometimes it’s just a bird.
Gratitude List:
1. Yesterday, in the low afternoon sun, in a long, low, curving arm of the walnut tree, I saw a bluebird and an oriole sitting within two feet of each other. Beauty, she just gives us so much color. And then there was the crimson cap of that red-bellied woodpecker, set off by his black and white stripes. So dapper and handsome, he. That long, elegant bill, and piercing, knowing eyes. I know I am just cheating here, putting at least three gratitudes into one so I’ll have more room, but let’s just pile on the fun: swallows in the gloaming yesterday, swooping low over the grass and up into the last rays of sun, their wings shimmering green-blue-green.
2. Picnic at Sam Lewis State Park. The view, the view, the view. I think I saw all the way to China. To Virginia, to Vermont, to California, at least. Panorama, distance, layering of mountains and valleys. And, of course, the River winding through.
3. Last night I woke up only once before five o’clock. No restless twisting, no aches waking me up. It’s been a couple of weeks, and I was beginning to think that this was going to be my new reality. Sleep is really a wonderful thing.
4. Have I said how much I love my new job? And I haven’t even started yet. The planning, the dreaming, the idea-making, has filled me with such an incredible surge of fresh energy. Jon has caught fire, too, and he’ll come down off the tractor with some suggestion or idea, or memory about a helpful teacher.
5. The way the Earth gives us what we need. I have been drinking fresh nettle and plantain tea lately to help with the allergies. It has taken a while, but after several years of almost no allopathic allergy medication, my body has begun to respond to the subtle and gentle relief of herbal treatments. Some days when I go out to pick the herbs for tea (nettle, plantain and mint), a patch of ground ivy will seem to shine a little more brightly, or a breeze will sift through some violet leaves, like they’re begging me to pick them, too. Dock and dandelion, catnip, yarrow, chamomile, sweet clover. Makes a mighty fine tea. Now, if only I can get my kids to drink it.
May we walk in Beauty!
Mockingbird Chronicles 