As we step into the practices and opportunities of this Lenten season I am aware that a whole year has gone by in our Covid reality. My nature appreciates solitude and my own company, but I do so miss my sisters. Even though I know they are close by and that I have lots of zoom and FaceTime opportunities, like millions all over the world I miss all the in person gatherings.
My closest companions these days are the birds that flock to the seeds I put on my balcony. I have Chickadees, Cardinals, Woodpeckers , Juncos, Finches, Sparrows, Mourning Doves and the occasional Bluejay. I have learned lots from these feathered ones this year. How to take just what I need. How to share. How to take turns. How to stay alert. How to just BE.
I think most of all they remind me of my own place in the great scheme of things. Like them I am but one expression of this sacred diversity of life. The birds, the trees, the lake awaken me to my small unique part of this sacred circle. I have to step down off my perch to embrace this reality as I honor my obligation to respect all.
What’s the view from your perch?
Isabel Rafferty OP