What's with the Birds?

I want to thank City Birds for the lovely feathered friends found on my Blog Spot. For me they are a metaphor for unexpected beauty. As previously posted, I am a nature child, which is not to say that for the majority of my life I have found myself to be displaced in the urban landscape. To me there is no greater blessing than to watch the wind blow like waves across the meadow. To watch the light changing as the cloud build into thunderheads. To smell the rain or the snow on the breeze. To listen to the water; roaring in the spring and quietly flowing in the late summer. These are the places that I feel whole, where I know I have purpose, and where I feel safe to be myself.

I went through culture shock when I moved into the cities. I did not understand what I saw there. It left my heart aching. Then it would come to me, slowly through the din of the traffic. Lilting on the morning breeze. Feasting on the remains wasted from lunch hurried and forgotten. Voices from my childhood calling to me. Perched on the wire, cocking its head, before lifting its voice to the sky to sing its glorious song. Their dark shiny eyes seem to laugh at me as they hop ever closer. Do not forget who you are and that each life has purpose. We may not know where this road may lead us but do not forget to hear the joyful songs, to honor the the mighty, fragile friend come to lend you their strength in your times of uncertainty.

Forward through the mist...

So it is time to stop procrastinating and face my technology fear/resistance head-on. So much comes up for me when engaging in this, so engage I must and let the fear subside...
I have oft been loathed the engagement in technology, justified that I have too many responsibility in my tangible existence. Lately, I have come to realize that the this resistance has become a mill stone that I have secured around my own neck. It is time to break free.

Memories...

I am a gurl who remembers
the sound of the wind
whispering in the cat-tails.
The smell of the pond
mixes with the smell of the rain
as it gathers in the breeze.
The light changing
as clouds rush in.
The song birds sing
as they clutch their tiny feet
Fast to the reeds.
I watch the leaves
of the willow
and the poplars quake.
Silver shimmer,
they turn their soft side
to the rising wind.
In the distance the sheets fall,
Rain racing across the land to this place.
The place of cat-tails
and the girl who watches
life unfolding.
She feels the strength
and gentleness,
of the wind,
of the rain
and of the land.