For reasons unknown to me my green thumb is slowly awakening. After years of frantic hockey driving and food shopping and preparation for four boys, we are down to one child in the home and I have time.
A friend has given me a couple of bird feeders that she is no longer using. I set one up in the backyard, situated so that I can see it from where I am writing. I love watching the birds flutter about, get their food, and interact.
One Robin Red Breast has been coming to the gutter downspout along our home, right beside the window where I am sitting. His claws scratch on the aluminum, announcing his arrival. As of today I can no longer say his arrival. It is her arrival.
She arrived early this morning, while I was still meditating. As I sit here and write, I see that she is making a nest. Oh bliss oh joy! I get to watch first hand as a mother does her work, as she bows to the call of mothering.
Parts of the nest are coming from the garden of my neighbor, parts from the Rhododendron blossoms at the side of our home. What a pretty nest she is making. I am honored that she feels safe to carry out her duties so close to me.
I remember my mum telling me that every spring she had the desire to be pregnant! It is spring, and the robin is reproducing, and the circle of life continues.
Blessings to all of life.
Peace
Sydney/Santoshi