Birds

Yesterday, in a forum I participate in someone encouraged the sharing of bird stories which got me thinking about my connection to birds.  Birds are one of those wild animals that are always around us.  They live in cities, suburbs, rural areas, forests, lakes, etc.  All you have to do is look out the window of where you are and you likely can spot a bird.  So in that way, I feel like they accompany us in life.  

There is a Carolina Wren that sings outside the window of my new apartment most mornings before sunrise and sometimes again after sunset in the evening.  She has a beautiful comforting song that even rises above the rhythmic noise of the trans that frequently pass by.  I miss her this morning as the steady rain comes down but I'm confident she will be back on another day soon.

The Carolina Wren is a stark contrast from the Mourning Dove that haunted me over the summer.  I remember the anxiety and deep sadness I felt run through my body as I sat at my computer desk when she started singing outside the apartment we lived in when we were married.  I think it brought out in me a recognition I had tried to bury deep that my marriage was over.  I'm not sure I can ever forget how I felt in that moment.