A bird in the hand may be better than two in the bush, but I was happy to leave these two where they were, catching a few rays on a frigid day.
A flock of geese, a murder of crows -- a conclave of cardinals? There are six or seven that show up regularly at the feeder. Saturday at dusk they were all huddled in these same bushes.
I'm thinking about birds as signs of hope today. At our last Gestalt Pastoral Care class, a cardinal flying to and from the feeder was an encouraging sight for one participant, and later, a healing image was the faith imagination brush of feathery wings. We heard two difficult stories as part of our teaching sessions, and as the first one concluded, we spied the bright flash of a bluebird at the feeder. Linda hasn't seen them up near the house before, though I've seen them out at the cabin. And then as the second story concluded, we saw two bluebirds! A delightful sight, and an image to carry with me.
My approach to contemplative photography --
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"