Lil’ Bits & Pieces
“The term sabbatical is derived from the biblical Sabbath which serves an ancient human need to build periods of rest and rejuvenation into a lifetime.”
It has been a bit of a month. I can’t even remember everything that happened. I’m trying, but honestly, my mind is just blank. I know there was lots of big stuff. I got through it. So there’s that, yes?
I spent the last seven days at the Gatehouse sleeping, coughing, and expelling general icky-ness from all my bits and pieces. I can’t remember ever being so sleepy. I can’t remember ever being so out of sorts.
N. has so sweetly, so kindly found a way to bring the birds to me. Feeders – by the windows. Who would have thought? Probably many, but not I.
There is something about a wee chickadee hanging from a shepherd’s hook, begging for the feeders to be put out, that melts all the sludge from my soul and brings a beautiful focus to life.
Oh – and there were hummingbirds. So. Many. Hummingbirds. They are not nice and frankly, just a bit scary when they zip right up to your face.
You sweet thing. I go outside to relax, breathe, and look for you lounging in the sun with silly squinted eyes.
You were the kindest soul with not a single rough edge. This place needed you. I miss you dear Luna – the way you’d tilt your head into my hand until you nearly rolled over.
I miss your howl. Breezy misses you. Oh, how he misses you. He is confused, sad, and aimless.
PBJ will never be the same, little Luna.
Thank you for choosing us, thank you for choosing me.
We ♥ you.
The Silver Slug™ was in fine form as it reluctantly crawled (in first gear) up 35th Avenue. Mercifully it did crawl up, rather than slide back…
My brother and his wife are moving to Florida. They are driving out of town in January. This makes me feel a number of things. Not surprisingly, I am unable to put words to this mysterious bundle of feelings. When did I become speechless? Sigh…
Natural drama was wonderfully distracting today.
Speechless? Not a problem! Just toss us some seeds and we’ll handle the rest…
The goldfinches and siskins were tussling at the thistle feeder. Such tempers!
Across the street the kestrel hung out with a magpie, while the flickers tolerated the doves and their inept landing skills.
The towhees have taken up residence, as have the song sparrows. This makes me very happy as they were quite unusual last year. Now there are at least four of each. They love the cut grass that Sean put under the arborvitae.
So I counted finches, watched for hawks and falcons, and ignored the world as I thought only of you.
It was a lovely day.
Those three words have been hovering for the last few days.
Actually, these words, in their entirety have been hovering:
Go to hell.
I loved you more than anything, and you destroyed me.
I’m probably giving these words a life they don’t deserve – or rather – a life they don’t want. I’m sure that little word set would love to scurry away, their dirty work finished.
But they stick.
Passer Mortuus Est
Death devours all lovely things;
Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness,—presently
Every bed is narrow.
Unremembered as old rain
Dries the sheer libation;
And the little petulant hand
Is an annotation.
After all, my erstwhile dear,
My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
Just because it perished?