"The sun pours warm honey from its great glass jar, no matter how little we deserve it." Barbara Crooker is inviting me to reflect upon the generosity of the sun, of sunshine, of nature. And, that there is not a requirement of worth, of deserving the gift and generosity of sunshine.
Oh the joy of slowing down to the pace of a bird building her nest twig by twig. Had the gift of watching 5 tiny sparrows wedged together in a left-behind Christmas wreath whose brown needles offered their mom shelter to build their nest. One by one their eyes opened until the day two fledged right over our heads.
"The sun pours warm honey from its great glass jar, no matter how little we deserve it." Barbara Crooker is inviting me to reflect upon the generosity of the sun, of sunshine, of nature. And, that there is not a requirement of worth, of deserving the gift and generosity of sunshine.
Oh the joy of slowing down to the pace of a bird building her nest twig by twig. Had the gift of watching 5 tiny sparrows wedged together in a left-behind Christmas wreath whose brown needles offered their mom shelter to build their nest. One by one their eyes opened until the day two fledged right over our heads.
Beautiful Elizabeth!
Generous, like Sun?
Industrious, joyful, like Bird?
Deserving, like world?