Little Birds

I first saw them back in October, all scattered and proper and lined up just so, sitting on that high wire each day.
They reminded me of musical notes
or a coffee clatch.
A gathering of friends meeting up to do their thing, sing their song
& so,
I decided to take their picture.

Why ?

Because of that gentle pull I would feel each time I would walk past.

See us.
Acknowledge us, please.

I would sometimes wonder, do they sit there all day or are they just taking a break ?
& where do they go when they are out of my sight ?
Funny the thoughts that enter my brain when time allows and that pull of nature coaxes me to notice.

& every single day.
Same time, same place.
There they were, there they sat.

But, in the meantime, I wasn't.
The holidays, the weather, the traveling.
Life kept me away from my walking trail, until recently
& truth be told, yeah, I was a little bit curious if they would still be there or did they go off to do what birds do in the wintertime ...
Fly, fly away.

They now remind me of prayers, of meditation, of huddling together through it all, through every storm.
It's rather cold, damp, gloomy outside and the forecast calls for more of the same but, they are determined, united.
Calm
&
Composed.

In sync.

Bickering and separating at times but, always, always coming back into that fold.
Continuity binds them together, keeps them strong.

Yep.
It's funny the thoughts that enter my brain when time allows and nature coaxes.

Thanks for the beautiful lesson, little birds.
I'm so very glad that I noticed.

:)

I Am My Feelings