The heart’s seasons seldom coincide
with the calendar. Who among us has
not been made desolate beyond all
words upon some golden day when the
little creatures of the air and meadow
were life incarnate, from sheer joy of
living? Who among us has not come
home, singing, when the streets were
almost impassable with snow, or met
a friend with a happy, smiling face,
in the midst of a pouring rain?
~Myrtle Reed, Old Rose and Silver
Unlike the Hermit Warbler flitting under a bridge in a tiny town in CT, this one looks like he’s not lost and is in fact singing his heart out atop perhaps one of the tallest trees on the planet along the Oregon coast.
Dive Into It is my modus operandi:
juxtapositions that clarify, candidates who won’t carpet bomb,
native species that protect & attract birds,
core exercise in lieu of surgery, telomere lengthening,
10,000 simple steps along the lazy riverbank,
unaccompanied Bach reachable w/ practice,
woods w/ canopy birds I can learn by ear,
out of print but amazing writers.
I visualize hungry Red Breasted Mergansers–dive into it!
PS I came to 420 characters and 9 lines so I had to leave out the nearer and even dearer: family, yoga, sketching, & this blog with its blog partner.
PPS But perhaps my immersion in such is evident in previous posts.
A Red-breasted Merganser diving into the fray (I saw a Red-breasted Merganser at Sherwood Island State Park coastal waters; this movie is from YouTube.)