Random Thoughts

I noticed today that even if it was over 50 years ago, a deep wound from your childhood still hurts. I noticed how talking about it with someone you trust can ease some of the pain. I [re]noticed that trust is one of the most important aspects of my relationship with Sweetie. We trust each other enough to venture, hand in hand, into those dark places we both like to avoid. Feeling grateful, Merry ME

Sometimes having the National Geographic channel in your own backyard isn't such a great thing. (See Miracle post below about the baby birds). I watched and watched as both mama and papa red bird flew off to find food then came back and dropped the chewed up mess down little tiny gullets. I could hear the babies and the parents talking to each other while I did the dishes. Then there was silence. Then I noticed Mom and Dad were no longer coming to the nest. They'd land on the bird feeder then fly across the yard to another tree(s). Oh dear, I worried. This can't be good. Something bad must have happened to the wee chirpers. Visions of lions chasing down a baby zebra for dinner flitted through my mind. Oh dear. Did the babies fall out of the nest? Were they dinner for some bigger creature? Oh dear. So I went exploring. I stood under the tree where the nest sits empty and looked up. I looked til my eyes crossed. And then, I saw it. A baby bird, whose coloring perfectly match...