Life was feeling overwhelmingly hard
until I drove to the airport and back
on the drive
four different hawks
in four different places
eyeballed me
three on light poles
and one on the branch of a tree
how can we forget
the goodness of life
when sharing this planet
with such majestic beauty?
I already know it's everywhere
even in times that feel hellish
there is something sweet to notice
but the birds
they give me more strength
than any super hero
ever dreamed of having.
In deepest gratitude to the wonder...
Wonder and majestic beauty indeed! You have the best eyes I know for spotting hawks. :)
ReplyDeleteThey yell my name. They want to be seen! :-)
ReplyDeleteBut only by you! I guess they think you are safe, and they would be right.
ReplyDeleteCarol. Larry found an old diary that Grandmother Blackwood kept back in 1960-1961. I thought you might enjoy the Dec. 25, 1960 entry:
ReplyDelete"Went to church. John's stopped on the way to the Haney Christmas dinner and Cleo and Mark went to Margaret's to the dinner but left John and Carol here because Carol was beginning to break out with Chickenpox. Later, Cleo and Mark came again and all were here for supper."
Having the Chickenpox on Christmas sounds like a Christmas to remember.
Thank you for sharing that memory.
ReplyDeleteMy dad was sent home from the hospital yesterday afternoon even though he is still very weak and not doing too well. We are getting 24/7 care for him and my mom.
Anyway, I sat with him today and after the not-so-fun thoughts raced through his head, we both just basked in how beautiful life is. At one point, he brought up his mother. I told him about the time that I was sick on Christmas Day and he stayed with me at my Grandma's house. Grandma told me stories about the wolf or coyote that was in that painting by her couch. I loved all of that and, obviously, the memory did stay with me. I just didn't remember what illness made me feel so crappy until you reminded me of it now.
Thanks again.