Thank you for birds perching on my window sill. As I sit on a newish bed, in a newish room, in a newish home, in a newish life. Thank you for the muted drum roll of a seed against brick and the jerky, jittery taps as they skitter onto the small box. Thank you that this is happening just outside my window, just now.
Its here that I come to sit, in these still, weak moments where my insides seem to crush at all the fear and discomfort of this season of change. I sometimes seem swallowed up by the massive newness that has me in its clutches. I'm quickly tempted, brought low, brought to fear. But then I really take peak, I look beyond the window and there are birds at my feeder, it's all happening right here, and right now.
