Birthday Bounty

The magic in the details is keeping me going for now. I don't like birthdays. And I don't like September 11th. I am, however, glad that I was born. And glad that I am still here to be glad I was born. Having a birthday on 9/11 makes it more of a Thanksgiving for me than the real Thanksgiving. In my little life so far, I have marveled and breathed and observed loved and relished and basked and enjoyed - much of it consciously really.

This little nest is a treasure. The light on the grapes was pretty treasuriffic too actually.

I have struggled the last few days. Family stuff more than anything. Re-reading my favorite book, I came across this sentence: "My anger was as big as I was." I could read it a thousand times and still feel myself liquefy each time. There is something true in that thought for me. And that I don't particularly relish. And so, for now, I focus on the magic details instead. What a tiny bird (with a tiny brain) to lay tiny eggs for tiny babies in such a tiny nest. The light on it. Isn't it beautiful?