Hope is the thing with feathers

Can we disbelieve the birds?

Our goldfinches have come back. The male was almost bright orange in the springtime, but then I hadn’t seen either one for months. We saw them the other day (he and his mate are indistinguishable to my eyes now), soaring across the empty blue spaces between trees.

Today was windy, and the sun came in and out from behind the clouds. The calling of the crows takes on a bleaker tone in the wind.

I have three little carved elephants from Indonesia standing on top of my roll-top desk with trunks upraised at me. The littlest one seems to be smiling. I put away the clean dishes on the counter today. There’s nothing unusual about that, except that I’ve seen them there for the past week and not been able to bring myself to put them away. Little by little, maybe things will get better.

Tomorrow will come, and bring something sweet, even if it is a fleeting moment.

My mother in law gave me this meditation:

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

– Galileo