Doesn’t it look like if I were to step across that threshold I might fall into the sky? The thaw of last night has opened up all sorts of cracks in the fabric of space/time. Meanwhile, I am walking in the morning, paying attention to beauty. Our congregation is doing a February activity called Fun-a-Day, in which participants choose an activity to do each day that gives them joy. I think mine is this walking with a camera, noticing the beauty that I otherwise might miss. What would yours be? Feel free to join in!
At first I wondered what a cardinal was doing, hover-flying near a flowering bush, almost like a hummingbird. The next time I took a walk, I saw him sitting on the grass. He let me take a photo, and then flew up in short stretches to a wire, another wire, a tree branch, another tree branch, and finally, all the way across the street. That is when I figured out that he was learning to use his wings. The next day, in a misty rain, there he was again, perched on a white picket fence, before he flew up to a wire. You go, cardinal! I hope you make it all the way.