A Cheerio on the back floor of my car remembers the child who sat in her very own seat, and ate in her very own way, and pointed at birds, and called them with a "buh" on her lips for the sheer pleasure of the sight and the sound.
A fan of feathers and fuzz on my front porch remember the bird who came to feed on the seed and became another creature's feed instead, as they met along that timeless cycle of Nature's silent turning.
The wheel of necessity may drive our natural forces but the small eddies of joy give Life meaning and light.
2 comments:
Ah! You do short and sweet so ... sweetly! Those little things are my personal favorites!
Thanks, Fe! This is precisely the encouragement I need...
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