Exquisite Moments

The delicate yellow of this flower fills my soul. In this transition time

of so much sadness and "anticipatory grief", it is important to savour the small moments of Exquisite. Yesterday I heard the bird crash mightily into the window above me in the early morning light. He was still a juvenile...a varied thrush with not all of his adult feathers as yet,

When the gardener came to mow the lawn, I asked him to bury this little bird. This young man picked up this baby so gently.....stroked him. His little neck was so broken and we turned him over so we could marvel at the colours under his wing. We had a very small ceremony to send his Spirit on. We just both said "Rest in Peace, Little Guy".