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The morning unfolded slower than usual. I sat on the porch and watched the feeder, or at least when I wasn’t checking my watch. I needed to go; I couldn’t keep my students waiting. Where are they; don’t they know………
When I could justify no further wait, I rose from the swing – just as a tiny yellow bird arrived to the feeder. I have no idea what kind of bird he is……….and in retrospect, I’m fairly certain he didn’t eat. He merely stopped, raised his head and pushed forward a song which must have been crowded in his little body………. Then he was off, sailing beneath the branches, beyond the fence into the field……….disappearing in a blur of wildflowers.
I smiled, took my last sip of coffee, and closed my eyes……..*thank you* There, my blessing………. If nothing else in this life, this is sufficient. This – payment enough for my trials.
I don’t know about you, but for me, life is filled with these reminders of just how divine the way we’ve come. Tho, surely I’ve made some wrong turns, eventually they brought me to this place. A place of understanding and perspective, reality bound with strings of almost but not quite moments.
Is it faith that convinces me it is as it was meant to be, or something more – a nagging recollection of home?
Maybe it is as simple as timing. Perhaps we have to leave in order to really miss a place; to travel to figure out how beloved the starting point was. Maybe destiny has more to do with our dreams than ever our plans, such that we move on auto-pilot sometimes, held in place by a north star we can hardly see.
Pulled back into alignment by a tiny yellow bird.
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tornadoday 
“Maybe it is as simple as timing. Perhaps we have to leave in order to really miss a place; to travel to figure out how beloved the starting point was.” This makes me think of how we have left the starting point (being God’s embrace), but He still desires to show Himself, asking us back with open arms and a song of love upon His lips. (that little yellow bird)
We must be patiently expectant and He will love us as we so desire. 🙂 Thank you dod this reflection, reminds me once again of God’s goodness. ❤
You are so right, my friend. We are so easily distracted from what matters. We’re eager to trade the blessings for the bling. But always, He waits the night for our coming back home. Thank you so much! ~ Love, Bobbie
“But always, He waits the for our coming back home.” Love this! You’re welcome 🙂
Wonderful reminder of the need for solitude and mindfulness in spite of the rush of the days.
True….a reminder to simply breathe……..knowing that wonder will find us. Thank you, dear one. May your day be filled with just such moments. ❤ Bobbie
That tiny yellow bird brought a message – and you were wise enough to fully receive and appreciate it.
How many messages are presented to seekers who look, but don’t see.
Peace and blessings,
Eric
Yes Eric, my lovely buddy. There are none so blind as those who will not see. Xxx
Eric, you and Jane are both so right. I remember years ago being at the Grand Canyon, and heard the comment over and over, ‘it all looks the same’. Yes, in some ways maybe it did…………and it was too big to fit comfortably on a postcard. But the details were always different – a change in light, a shifting of shadow, a glimmer not there before. We only need to look through softer eyes…….. Thank you both. My love always, Bobbie
I just simply like this post, and I agree with those Divine moments that pull us back
yes…I say Thank you alot these days, for I know how Blessed I am in living simply in this moment as I dream of another hummingbird rest on my shoulder, for the briefest of moment I felt a kindred spirit…
yesterday I saw my first LadyBug of the Season and right beside her was a leaping spider…I took a picture or two, blurring but I thought what a great day it is…
Thank you Bobbie for your reminders …and I love the hand stitched picture, I feel one coming on tomorrow 🙂
Take Care….You Matter…
love to you and your little yellow song bird
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just simply me
Thank you, Maryrose. I’ve since come to suspect it is a golden finch. I’ve not seen many of them near my house. I have plenty of cardinal, bluejay, starling, and one majestic hawk to keep them all in line. Maybe once a summer I see a hummingbird, but it’s so fleeting – well, I’ve wondered if I saw it at all.
Funny that you haven’t had lady bugs this year. They’ve just about taken over my house. One day, my husband said he needed my help – that my friends* were taking over. We walked out to his truck, and when I opened the passenger door, I couldn’t believe it. The entire dash, and even the space around the hinges was covered with lady bugs. They were on the window and the floormats. I offered to help, but only if he promised not to kill them. It took most of the day to get them out………and I’m pretty sure they were back the next. I actually found out from someone in my office that they are protected. Exterminators aren’t allowed to kill them.
*my friends include anything that crawls, flies, or is beyond the limit of human understanding (lizards, snakes, birds, mice, rabbits, bobcats)…….
I’m willing to bet my yellow bird knows you, Maryrose……… May all your days be as blessed, my friend. ~ Always with love. ~ Bobbie
The glimpses of such small, seemingly inconsequential things, are often what keeps us on course, or “into alignment” as you said. The little yellow bird may have been a goldfinch (unless someone lost their canary). Love you.
Me
No, I think you’re right, Paul. I haven’t seen him since, but I’m keeping an eye out………. Something makes me think he won’t be able to stay away. ❤
Really a strange coincidence, the day after you posted this there was a goldfinch on the feeder just outside the front door. That poor little critter had to fly all night to get here the next day ! 🙂 ~xo~
The divine in your words and in that moment. You are so very lovely Bobbie. Wrapped in love from reading your words. Xxx
Thank you, Jane. I’m often amazed at those who see no magic, no wonder, no miracles in everything. In the still some would see as boring, universes are singing – life is returning to fold us in. *sigh* Thank you, my friend. ~ Always always love. ~ Bobbie
Life always presents some of its beautiful gems to help us to realize how beautiful it really is in the most simplest of ways…I have a family of geese who visit every morning and know we will soon see some little ones…it is such a blessing to know they feel comfortable to raise their young close by without fear of us. Another example of a priceless moment in life. Thanks for always leaving a smile to stay with your always embracing words in your poetry. God bless!.
O, Wendell, that sounds wonderful! When I’m leaving for work in the morning, I often hear them crying as they fly over………. Years ago, there were a number of geese near where I worked. We had those automatic doors, and sometimes, they would just come right in. You’d start to get off the elevator, and there they would be. Yes, you are blessed and they are blessed in knowing something deeper than you could tell them – that you are each a gift from the same Father – bound to eachother by more than a place on the map. How can even one look around at the wonder that is here and not feel the love with which if was made? Thank you, Wendell. You must send me a picture of those babies when they are born…….. and it won’t be long. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
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