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birds, change, life, nature, photography, spirituality, spring
I push open the door to let a dog outside, and feel the cool humidity of a spring morning. The sunny days of the previous week hinted that we were really heading out of winter, but it’s not until this moment when I inhale the smell of condensed snow, wet bark, and the remnants of yesterday’s rain that I realize the scent of spring has infused itself into the air.
Yesterday, a flock of birds lifted from a tree and burst through the air, dipping and rising and propelling themselves in an arc through the sky. I stood still for a moment watching them before I got into my car to drive to work. Only one more week before I leave my seasonal job and stay on the farm instead, though watching the birds I feel a tug of freedom and wildness and want nothing more than to follow them over the hillside.
This morning, before I got out of bed, still sleepy as Waylon crawled back and forth over my body, the cooing of a mourning dove drifted through the yurt walls and gently welcomed me to the day. Now a dog barks and a crow caws and Waylon and Edge bumble out of the door to stoke the greenhouse fire.
All morning, I’ve stolen into seconds of silence: sipping tea in the rocking chair, standing at the open door and staring at the fog-covered mountains, sneaking up to the lofted bed while Waylon and Edge do dishes. I don’t want to leave this foggy morning, though the twilight’s mist has already risen from the fields. Isn’t that spring’s lesson though–that waking up ins’t always a matter of our mind’s readiness, that the day breaks open whenever it does, and we can break open, too.
“Break open”…I expect it will be BURST FORTH shortly. Lovely photographs. Thanks.
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Reblogged this on Still Learning To See and commented:
My friend Katie’s blog seems like the best thing I can (re-) post to today. Gorgeous photographs and perfect sentiment for this time of change. Thanks Katie.
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Thank YOU, John!
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Beautiful photos and words!
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