Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Yesterday, was a tickertape parade in the courtyard.

The polynoses came down in confetti like fashion. The animals were applauding and watching and so was I. It was unusual that I didn't hear the flutes jamming. Then, again, I didn't make my rounds to the pillars where the angel flutes are. So they may have been jamming and the sound was muffled by the applause. Mrs. Bluejay must have laid her eggs, because she was singing loudly, when I got my coffee. There will be a tickertape parade today. The angels are celebrating my having laid such beautiful eggs, she sang. I don't think that is what the commotion was about, but it was encouraging to her, after her labors, at laying a beautiful nest, to be encouraged with this.
I love how the Bluejay family has no humility at all. The sparrows, you would never know that they were laying. But it is a part of the Bluejay motto to brag at every turn. Being good stewards, they call it. I love watching it. They are so proud and beautiful. God humored her with the tickertape, yesterday. I was giggling at the interaction.
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