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Sitting recently in a little local shoppe, holding a
rich coffee in a hard cup, a cup cradled in both hands, I was gazing out the window and noticed a swallow sitting on an elevated city line. I have absolutely no expertise in this watching, but I have come to love and appreciate these little wanderers.
rich coffee in a hard cup, a cup cradled in both hands, I was gazing out the window and noticed a swallow sitting on an elevated city line. I have absolutely no expertise in this watching, but I have come to love and appreciate these little wanderers.
It seemed early to have returned…but there she was before my eyes.
Some years ago walking about in my community I enjoyed another Swallow moment.
Wings
Stop and behold
the joyful swallow,
rising and releasing,
soaring upwards
and streaming back,
down to the earth,
gravity’s companion.
Like the breath
entering and leaving,
a joy to stop,
and simply witness
rising and releasing,
the in and out
of what we know
as a gift or blessing.
Love in a time of war and privilege.