I want to share this beautiful post written by my friend Susan. She lives in Maine (too far away), but she’s always by my side. We walk through life together even though we live 2,391 miles apart.
These summer mornings, I start my day out on the deck, coffee and book on the arm of my chair and wait for my chipping sparrow to officially start my day. Her numerous songs are as familiar to me as my name. I hear her everywhere and especially love it when she perches with feet of me. Take a close look at her beak, head tipped back and imagine the breath filling her little body so as to send out this bright trill of notes, so happy and hopeful it makes me want to cry at her generosity of joy.
As of today, 48 mornings remain with me, in this chair, in this place. Don’t ask me how I feel, because I try not to get stuck in that track. Mostly, and happily, we watch the progress of a project that came to us last fall, after a camping trip…
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