Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Yesterday, three key things and themes came together!

Helen's trumpet blast was enormous and complete at the edge of the horizon, followed by a nearly cloudless sky, which it of course a "no nonsense" day. All of the blooms of the tree were in full bloom, outside our window. Three great butterflies came very close to me, one touched me on the way inside with the children. We saw a lizard outside the window on the bannister of the ramp and he blew out his red throat. I had certainly never seen that before. and Natty took her shoelace out of her shoe, completely. That takes some dexterity for such a little one. Loosing velcro is not an exercise, but loosing the shoelace from the shoe takes some doing.

These are not my children, but I have grown very accustomed to their growing faces. I have seen them from infancy into toddlerhood. Somehow it is as though, I looked up at a night sky and saw the bunny ears of a cloud and it became the cloth bunny in the picture of Helen and her mother above. It seems I stuck my hand into the bunny ears and here I am, wrestling with a bunch of delightful cherubs who are learning and growing in my daily care. I know its' fleeting virtue, for my manifold experience and still I invest this tiny part of my heart that is left, in the hopes that the dividends will reinvest themselves in me, this country and the earth, the good earth.

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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