If you live
long enough,
you will learn
of birds.
If you live
long enough
in one place,
you will learn of
individual birds.
Then, if you have eyes for it,
you will learn
the birds
have learned
of you.
If you live
long enough,
you will learn
of birds.
If you live
long enough
in one place,
you will learn of
individual birds.
Then, if you have eyes for it,
you will learn
the birds
have learned
of you.
Field Notes on Faith and the First World
Exploring depths previously unsounded in oneself, as best one may.
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Supporting ways of being that are life-giving and sustainable for people, communities and the planet.
Believes everyone has a story to tell.
James Scott Smith 
This poem is great and very true. Love the picture.
Lovely
we were at our favorite beach (think large rocks and cliffs, not sand and sunshine) and it is a former canning factory that everyone and time has forgotten. I stood on the edge of the cement factory floor, which is all that is left and grieved at how much things have changed on “our beach” in these eight years since we first found it – and then I realized that we have finally lived somewhere long enough to see it change. My daughter heard me and said “Yay us” – I guess it was a victory of sorts. Sadly the birds I see aren’t original enough to be known as individuals, just by their song, which I enjoy greatly. I guess we all take our abiding where we can get it, eh?
“abiding” makes our place in the world come into view, and grow into the heart.