Birds and flying things and cards and stuff.. several days ago I finally wrote to Bear Heart's daughter and family with the intention of making (or whatever) a sweet potato pie, one of his favorites and delivering... well...
so, anyway, I've been acutely aware of the Winged Ones, my relatives - roadrunner, thirsty dragonflies, and now tiny little feathers, like hummingbird feathers are simply floating down in front of me. I liked one in particular and have now lost it... sort of needing to let go of the attachment to little feathers, I guess. Maybe. Every day I see at least one dragonfly. I make up songs when I walk along in the morning, along with my prayers, I sing stuff that comes to mind like "The Winged Ones Are My Relatives" and that sort of thing. I sing it, not too well, but no one is around but my four legged friends and they enjoy it, I'm sure. So, I wonder if I will deliver pies and heart felt cards - maybe tomorrow.