Radiating Blossom

No, we are not going to die. The sounds you hear knocking the windows and chipping the paint from the ceiling, that is a game the world is playing. Our task is to crouch in the dark as long as we can and count the beats of our own hearts. Good. Like that. Lay your hand on my heart and I’ll lay mine on yours. Which one of us wins is the one who loves the game the most while it…

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have…

As Time Goes By

As time goes by, You will loosen your grip on that rock, The one you always thought was home, And you will realise that home is not a place, It’s a state of mind. Let it go. As times goes by, You will learn to see yourself more clearly, The girl who was always too much of one thing, And too little of another, was actually Everything she needed to be. Let her out. As time goes by, You…

Hymn for the Hurting

Everything hurts,Our hearts shadowed and strange,Minds made muddied and mute.We carry tragedy, terrifying and true.And yet none of it is new;We knew it as home,As horror,As heritage.Even our childrenCannot be children,Cannot be. Everything hurts.It’s a hard time to be alive,And even harder to stay that way.We’re burdened to live out these days,While at the same time, blessed to outlive…

Sometimes, when a bird cries out, Or the wind sweeps through a tree, Or a dog howls in a far off farm, I hold still and listen a long time. My soul turns and goes back to the place Where, a thousand forgotten years ago, The bird and the blowing wind Were like me, and were my brothers. My soul turns into a tree, And an animal, and a cloud bank. Then changed and odd it comes home And…

3 week old baby boy ~ and his mom

It’s a portrait of a 3 week old male baby mourning dove ~ he’s really only about 7 inches tall and was perched on the fence for a while this morning so I went out to visit with him. The entire family allows me to visit within a foot of them because they’ve seen me so often and heard me talking to them. He’s looking pretty scrawny still, and I’ve posted a photo of his mom as a reminder of what he…

And then…there was one.

Yep, sometime between last night and early morning, the bigger of the two babies flew away. I’m pretty sure he is a male dove because males are bigger than the females, although I don’t really know for sure. For the sake of telling this story, the one who has left already will be “he” and the smaller dove will be “she.” I did see the one who disappeared from the nest overnight perched on the…

12 Days Old ~ and almost time to fly.

Can you even believe the puffed up little baby dove perched on the edge of the nesting box in the first two photos? It’s going to be any day, any minute now! Good luck little babies…and I’m so glad I was able to get some “family portraits” before this sweet story comes to a close.

…minus the camera shy little one who is hiding in the background. 🙂

The seeker is you…

“It is almost as if we are all playing a big game of hide-and-go-seek. We all hide, expecting to be found, but no one has been labelled the seeker. We stand behind the wall, at first excited, then worried, then bored, then anxious, then angry. We hide and hide. After a while, the game is not fun anymore. Where is the seeker? Where is the person who is supposed to come find me here in my…

Happy Monday from the Babies!

About 9 days old now…and they’re supposed to be ready to fly at about 14 days, so we’ll have about 5 days more with them before they’re ready to leave the nest. 🙂

Not such a great photo because it was taken through the glass door…but it’s a baby dove and parent. The baby is about six days old. For me, the best of life is this, witnessing the purest love.

Such a beautiful flower, giving all of its light and life in a single day.

Ask anyone who walks this Earth, and most will say they just want a peaceful life. A meal at the table enough to fill a belly. A hug from someone they love. A warm bed to sleep in. A home filled with love. A lot of laughter and someone to share a drink with. At the end it is the people who pay for the carnage. The mother who never sees her son again. The father who never comes back home.…