A Snail's Pace

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul & sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all.

Emily Dickinson

When I was in my 20s I saw my first bluebird, just a flash, like seeing a tiny azure blue ocean flit by and then disappear. I’ve been looking for them ever since and found them recently, in my own backyard, a mom gathering worms and food for her babes in a nearby tree. She is my morning breakfast companion this summer, her and all of the other town birds.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.




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