Watching you fly around the feeders filling your bellies with the sweet nectar, I wonder what you might teach me? I wonder where you will soon be off to in terms of your winter journey, and what I am going to feel when you are gone? Will I feel a longing, a missing of your sweet souls, one that filled my days with such joy by simply watching you consume the sugar-water? Even now I am reminded of the mortals I know that have stepped over the threshold, the ones I no longer see in the flesh, but only recall only in my heart.
As the Earth prepares to go to sleep (in the Northern Hemisphere) I find a longing in my heart for the life I once had, the one where I seemed almost oblivious to the struggles of life. Of course, this is also a lie I tell myself. It is simply a story I create to soothe my soul, applying it liberally like a balm to the still raw aching.
Joy and comfort are always there for me no matter what the season, I simply might have to gaze a little deeper to find them, or to remember them. My life will not be what it was yesterday; it will be what it is today. Remembering this while watching the birds fill their seemingly gluttonous tummies gives me an odd sense of comfort, even though I know they are preparing to leave my porch, like many others. There is a comfort in knowing I will continue, for now, and that it is my choice as to how I will seize this day.
You do not need to know precisely what is happening, or exactly where it is all going. What you need is to recognize the possibilities and challenges offered by the present moment, and to embrace them with courage, faith, and hope. ~ Thomas Merton