A finch sat on the chimney top this morning waving his song courageously loud. LOUD – as in the whole neighborhood could hear it! Perhaps if I sat on chimney tops I would also feel courageous? Or is it this, the song (the EXPLOSION of…
Why do you sing so freely little wren? As if there are no worries. If you never fear the rain or wind could it be you are right – the song is always the right choice for the living?…
I once heard someone say, “Moments are all we have…” and I’ve been rolling it over and over in my mind since. A moment, a space, a tiny box of time handed to me over, and over, and over, and over. A moment…
