Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Helen said goodbye this morning...


It was set in Braille. Clearly set dots on the arms of the chairs, outside my back door, from the morning dew, was a special message. I said, Helen, you know that I don't read Braille. She said, I guess that makes you stupid, as well as blind, deaf and dumb. We both giggled at the mutuality of that thought. I promised to try to learn Braille and she promised to send me imaginative conversation, in mystic sweet communion. Mostly, my imagination, but delightful to have gotten to know her humorous self. I must say she is so very funny. I never would have thought so. I shall have to attempt to find facts and biography her, if I have a moment to.
I felt our hearts were knit and that when I get to heaven, I will have a friend already there.
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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