sunday morning heart space tending

i see a bag blow through the trees

and a blue jay

but i feel hawk for the feather i was gifted yesterday

a dare, a confirmation, no none of those

just a gift

offered with care

slender, brown black and white

graceful, precise

and egret’s here

and owl too

come find us when all is lost

listen to the trees, grass, traffic, remembered forest

you belong here, now, in every present moment a call or cradle for your gifts

whether soaring, sinking, squinting into brightness, pausing before a strike, nesting, your chicks

your every movement can be the love you want to see in the world for every child within and without who has to go without

🪶🪶🪶