Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

In her eyes,


I saw love and expectation, not a hint of accusation. This meant that the adults in her life had proved themselves as trustworthy. In her eyes, I see presence and hope and reason. A reason to reach, a reason to hope. In her eyes I see growing and desire to grow. Little people do grow up, as it says in Puff, the Magic Dragon...
Can that look in her eyes; the youthful love in her eyes; the youthful life in her eyes, stay?
I think that adulthood is about finding that look and carrying or coddling it from topic to topic until the truth of what this person who we are responsible for finds their reason. Jealousy makes us want to orient them and help them know that life is not like that. I am not like that, not as consistent as you'd wish and not as right as you expect.
If I stumble right in front of them, that look is gone! GONE, for good! I certainly don't want that.
Why I do What I do.
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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09