Monday, June 11, 2007
So, this morning's post was necessary, so I could purge my grief and frustration. All things housing are touchy, and make me sad. Now I have had my say, and I want to look past it... looking on that headline only reignites my indignation. So, I will think on the birds and the Bible verse I like about how the birds are taken care of; Matthew 6:26... a cure for anxiety.
How many hummingbird feeders are hanging from this tree? There are many and some are reflections in the window. They are way up in the branches and hanging over a back street behind a museum. Someone must go to a great deal of work to keep them clean and full. Isn't that thoughtful?
Inside another museum Maria found a special corner made just for her and young children like her. She played with abandon. No rough spots or quiet zones to slow her down. She was free to explore and discover. She made music and tested air power. She pushed carts and collected blocks. Late Sunday afternoon was an ideal time for experiencing an almost private visit.
We each should have a chance to explore, and discover, and then share and express what we see and believe. We cannot always find a way to do this, or even the letters we need to spell out our thoughts and feelings... hopefully we can improvise.