Writing and daydreaming have always been two of my favorite things to do. I've been an avid journal writer since junior high school. It was a way for me to survive the complex world of being a Korean-American female straddling two cultures. Journal writing continued through graduate school, but that luxury is now replaced with multitasking to raise and homeschool two young kids. As the self-proclaimed domestic C.E.O. of our home, personal reflection occurs mostly in my subconscious dreams, during solo grocery shopping runs, or when my husband Chris takes the kids to Costco for an afternoon trip.
Nests are popping up in more trees this week. Ones that were nonexistent a week ago has set up its abode safely in the crevice of tree branches. No wonder birds are darting everywhere, high and low, and chirping out orders to each other. It’s lots of work to perform for a small animal and that means many trips from gathering materials to building.
A common size nest is similar to the opening of a drinking glass cup; some are roundish on the bottom while others are upside down cones.
However, a particular nest stood out from the rest. It must’ve been constructed by bird/s; it’s a mansion compared to the others. I wonder if it belongs to a larger size bird or if several of them worked together – like a communal home for the new eggs.
I wish I were tall enough to see a furry little heads poking out or know how to operate a drone to see above the nests, but that’s wishful thinking, not to mention intrusive. They wouldn’t appreciate a curious human near their nursery.
We’ll have to settle for watching YouTube videos of spring hatching.
Till this year, I didn’t give much thought to bird nests. But this lockdown meant a lot of staying home and walking around the neighborhood masked up and maintaining social distance; we began to slow our pace and look up at the trees.
Birds must go to great lengths to build their nests and they do this every year. How do their instincts kick in to do this every winter?! Nature is full of surprising findings…look at the salmons and how they travel from sea to river to spawn eggs in the river of their birth.
Again, nature delights, teaches, inspires, and helps me see how good and great God is.
Wishing you all a healthy, blessed, and joyful year!!
Year 2020 has been a tsunami of catastrophic problems affecting each of us in myriad ways. Problems of last year hasn’t magically disappeared because the number on our calendar changed. However, a new year seems to symbolically refresh the mind and heart to start new. I hope we all have a healthier, wiser, happier, successful, and improved life in 2021. And for those areas of life beyond our control, let’s pray and wait expectantly for God’s hand to move in wonderful and transformational ways.
This year I’m not starting with specific resolutions. Instead, I want to make small changes that will positively affect the quality of my life. I’ve heard that the stresses of last year have caused hair loss issues in some individuals. I’m one of them. It’s not severe but to me it’s noticeable. When I see sparseness in the mirror, I sigh: a really deep sigh. This symptom tells me I should work harder to establish balance in my life.
Even though I’m starting the year with less resilience, I will take it a day at a time. This is strange for me to share publicly, because I’m usually optimistic about life and like to encourage others. But as I shared in my earlier post, beneath the happy exterior, a whole lot of sadness lurks. I will be ok and in the meantime, I’m waiting for the old warrior spirit to emerge again! I need my faith to rekindle ASAP! It’s time to open the Bible and get reading.
Again, happy new year! You’re awesome and I appreciate each of one of you readers! You guys make my writing journey worthwhile and special.