Bluebird ~

The bluebird carries the sky on his back” *Henry David Thoreau

Just as I was leaving my driveway, heading for work, one morning in March a few years ago, I spotted a bird in my front yard. “It can’t be!” I thought to myself. “That looks like a bluebird, but there are no bluebirds here, we are not in their flyway!” I parked my car and watched. No doubt about it, there in my yard were a pair of bluebirds. Dad and mom, husband and wife, brilliant blue and lovely silver. There is good reason for the old line ‘the bluebird of happiness’. Any cares I had that morning vanished as I happily watched the couple flit about my yard.

Mama ~

I was beyond excited! I even had a ‘real bluebird house’ I brought home from Bickleton, the bluebird capitol of Washington, several years before. It had housed many swallow families ever since I attached it to a fence post, could it now become home to bluebird family? He was checking it out!

Papa ~

I enjoyed watching this sweet pair, he was busy! He took a peek in the window of my chicken house and considered hitching a ride into town on the rearview mirror of my bug.

Peeking in ~

Ultimately, they were on their way, and though I have watched for them, I have not had another sighting. Swallows continue to call the bluebird house home and I get a kick out of those babies crowding the small circle of a doorway as they wait for their parents to swoop in with a bite to eat.

You might be wondering why in the middle of 2020, (which could be defined as the year of pandemonium/pandemic/unrest & crummy weather) I bring up this memory. And here is the answer. In the middle of it all, I am reminded that there is hope. Just as I hope someday the bluebird will wing it’s way back to my yard, I hope for a brighter day for our world. We will get through these dark days and when we come out on the other side, we will be stronger for it.

Henry David Thoreau said, “I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor.” Today, let’s take a collective deep breath and endeavor consciously. Close your eyes and picture a bluebird, the color of the sky. Feel the summer breeze, warmed by the sun. Dip your toes in frothy waves on a sandy beach. We are not the circumstances we find our world in.

“We are stardust, we are golden, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.” *Joni Mitchell

Peace. Love. Amen.

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