Eighty-eight thousand six-hundred
different species in North America. In the trees, the grasses
around us. maybe more, maybe
several million on each acre of earth. This one
as well as any other...
...Where, resting, you feel
the perfection, the rising, the happiness
of their dark wings.
Yesterday Mary couldn't concentrate and the crows chased her away from the kingdom of the family of things. Today, in insects she sees perfection in every corner of the world where the insects sing of interconnection, or belonging, of possible happiness for us here, now. This sense of belonging seems so illusive, so hard won, and then sometimes a moment of grace descends and asks us to rise in joy with it. I am thinking of yesterday too, where I went with some 15 Unitarian Universalists from our congregation to La Chua Trail, Payne's Prairie. There we spent 2.5 hours sighting one kind of bird after other in the cold wind under a sharp gifting blue sky. They came to earth in their wings, one Red-shouldered Hawk eating a snake in front of us, a Sora limping through the reeds, a Bittern in solitary repose - all singing of the love flying within.
Where does perfection appear in your life?