Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Friday, March 16, 2018

Personal visitations are amazing watching little ones!

Many times the children walk around or sit with someone else looking at them. They interact and talk to this other person in a game or in a conversation and I am not privy to it. Yesterday, it happened to Yousif. He was standing by the door and offering his ball to someone very tall. He kept trying to give it to someone. He is a thrower and doesn't hold the ball and offer it to anyone. He was talking to the person and was enthralled and enchanted, like I am not able to enthrall him. I assumed a masculine character, from the engagement. He came away from the interaction with a look of determination and understanding. He looked like he had found his good purpose on this earth. Each of my sons have had numerous escapades, like this. This is the first one that I have been in the room for with a boy. I guess I had assumed that girls were more prone to imagination on this sort and left it at that. My boys, I thought were mirroring their mother. Yesterday convinced me that the interaction between earth and heaven is more who is praying for the children and less about whether they are male or female.

I want to make a mental note if it is related to the ides of March or a special occasion or an everyday thing. I am not sure. It certainly doesn't happen everyday.

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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