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you come for water on these hot days. in the mornings, you've let me know your thoughts as I fill your cup. but on this day, as I sit in my loop, something happened. I don't know what scared you, but you hit, and you fell. I ran out and saw you and I held you and I sobbed. your little short feathers - precious. your reds and yellows and browns - brilliant. your little crossed bill - beautiful –…
there are these days that the ocean calls you to her vastness and depths. and so, you find yourself moved to journey to her edge. starting with a stream, you make your way along the estuary. first, you encounter the sound of splashing and feathers and witness the young and old coming together in a joyful celebration of water, and warmth. as you pass, the water becomes still. you reflect and are…
you move so quietly, I almost miss you. first, there was an otter – playfully rolling around, moving under the fallen tree that is now a bridge – unaware. the western wood peewees call their name. and you move quietly along the fallen tree – concealed by grasses concentrating on the water focusing on a swirl of baby nutria in the evening sun, you settled and then you saw me you thought and…
sometimes everything overwhelms you with beauty an you sit in awe and then you give in to a fit of utter joy to be on this branch
Your tap, tap, taps sound from behind the silky pink petals. You flit out with a beak full, only to come back and continue to carve out the cavity – a sculpture of home. The view from your window is of spring's splendor. The abundance of earth brings gifts to the threshold of your newfound home. And as any living being on this earth might do, you emerge. You stand upon the space that holds you,…
You arose after a sleepless night, but with the life-is-precious energy and ready to go on an adventure to see short-eared owls. The coffee was wonderful, and you sat in the morning light at your table, preparing for the journey south with binoculars. but then... something happened. Your existence, your body, your ability to be were paralyzed. You were humbled and shaken. Within a period, you…
You headed out in the sunshine between the days of grey to be along the river, to soak in the warmth, to take in the bounty of the solar system. As you head towards the valley, to the river, from the hilltop, you start to realize that there is a thickness forming, there is a skirt in the distance along the coastal range – there is a density diffusing the very light that you seek. Do you pause? Do…
you go about your day in the slough looking beneath the lilypads and through the reeds what you might not know is that your little being seems to have become a beacon on this cloudy day emitting light and reflecting tranquility calling for a calm in the slough of thought
You wrote, read, and/or shared second person bird posts. There was so much variety - from poetry to history to love to deep thoughts to stories and more. Thank you all for participating in the September IndieWeb Carnival! Below are the submissions - feel free to submit late, or ping me if I missed any. Title Site First Day on the Job gRegorLove jewellight wavelight IndieWeb Carnival: Second-person…
I came upon one of your friends today and noticed that he was taking a moment; a moment to appreciate you, to take you in, maybe to remember you. I asked. He pointed at a sign. We talked. At first, I was angry, and then I came to an understanding, and now I am processing. We are both sad. We are all sad. You might know this already, or feel it in your being, but you have only a few days left, my…