Yes, I am aware.
Some details are missing.
Try to see the bigger picture.
That sounds logical, at first.
As if acceptance makes it easier
to continue down my path.
But then I notice the
smallest of wonders.
From the edges of a nest,
straw is poking out where two wooden
beams are nailed together.
A mother bird is sitting quietly on her eggs.
Seeing the big picture is impossible
without consistently returning
to the small moments.
The fuzzy head of a nestling
is barely seen from the ground.
The nest is crowded with fledglings
almost ready to fly.
Each tiny step in nature, somehow,
a reflection of my life.
I don’t want to miss even the tiniest feather.
Piano Girl 
Love, love, love this.
I once found a small nest on the ground at a cherry orchard. I was awestruck when I saw a piece of white string woven in it. I brought it into my first grade classroom to show my students the following Monday, but they were not as enthused as I.
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Thank you, Dianne! 😊
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I put it on my FB page w/ your name…hope u don’t mind
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Not at all! Thanks for sharing!
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