Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker
Showing posts with label swans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label swans. Show all posts

Saturday, June 26, 2010

How did the Swan couple get back together?

Well, It was a perfectly sunny and beautiful day. The storms had ended and the cob had been totally dejected that he had to spend the storm week apart from his pin and his swanlings.
It was upsetting to him to have been alone in the lightning and thunder. His conscience smot him for having been so mean and thoughtless of his beloved. He saw her head, when it began to droop and he had gotten a tinge of pride at having humbled her, he thought it was worth it. He noticed that the loss of swanly dignity quickly grew into dejection and his constant ridicule had been the cause. He was sorry, now, but it was not in a cob's nature to apologize. He spent an entire week away from the nest and it was getting to him.


On the other hand, the peeps had kept Mrs. Swan so busy that she had hardly noticed the time. She did miss the sense of protection that Mr. Cobb gave her, if not his fond embraces, in the storm.
They came from opposite sides of the pond, determined, in their minds and hearts to beg the other's forgiveness and reconciliation.
The whole pond was the audience as their regal swim with wings outstretched to oneanother, went from the usual to a spectacle. They met in the middle of the pond and the spars that flew were seen beyond the fountain that they caused by their embraces in the middle of the pond. The water was applauding and the other birds were applauding. All of the peeps on the pond, put their wings over their eyes.

When they caught their breath, they said to one another, let's never be angry again, okay?

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Swan Reconciliation!

I felt like singing "Reunited" with them, as I saw them oogling at one another today. A couple of days in the dog house, for Mr. Swan, was just what it took to make a cob humble and easier to live with. The pond was not big enough to keep their love from one another. The ducks just quacked. They never wait until their heads are nearly bent over to keep their males in order. A Pen "female swan" is a timid creature and sometimes the judgement of charity makes her take entirely too much, even from a human perspective.
Anyway, I am happy that they are enjoying the reconciliation of their relationship. It is cute to see Mr. Cobb beg? :/

Euclid spiders and feuding swans

I went outside on my break and saw 3 very well woven spiderwebs on the tree outside my job door. These webs were carefully woven and hexagonal in 3 dimensions. I am not a student of webs or spiders, but admired the scientific beauty. They were parallel to one another, but on different levels of the tree. I noticed some of the similarities and here are my admirations and observations.
The spider is the best example of Euclid and the geometry theorem that I can see in nature. They are calculating the trajectory of the downward spiral of the caterpillar and the best way to catch them for a good nutritious meal for the family. Their webs are spun by theorem and their webs are utilizing the alternate interior angles of the tree or the vine that they utilize to hold their web. Calculations and memorization of these theorem will assist tremendously in the calculations of a person’s life and home.

I think that it is Helen Keller on cloud duty when the clouds are light and not as clearly defined as at other times. There are beautiful distinctions in the clouds, but not as dark outer lines as usual and always in sign language positions.
I love it when Helen Keller is on cloud duty. All of the clouds look like finger signs. There are hands and okay signs all over the place. She must be so happy to see and do beautiful artwork and I rejoice with her, when I imagine her on cloud duty. What an amazing teeny weeny cloud I saw in the sky on the way back from dropping Ben. I thought that is an Elijah cloud, just one tiny little cloud to signify the hugeness of the help of God. I am always hoping for rain down here. A tiny cloud is a nice thing to wish upon.


The swans were practicing individual swimming, the other day. Mrs. Swan looked abused and discouraged. I think that Mr. Swan had been overbearing.
Her head was drooped and I was wondering what was wrong with her. Well, since that day, I noticed that they are having an amicable separation. She couldn’t take it anymore and she gave him some distance to think about. She looked much better as a result of this. He looked a little humbler.
Her self esteem was much better and she was able to swim to the end of the pond without getting yelled at. What a good thing to see her growing and swimming and happy. The swanlings looked sadder, though.

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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