Thankfulness

Have you gotten your flu shots yet? Hurry and get it if you haven't. Ah yes, I've been sick with the flu, and that's after taking all the necessary precautions and all the protection I could... Even thus, I know it's going to be less severe, and for a shorter time.  So do get protected for the season.

So I slept almost all day long today; in bed all day feeling miserable... in and out in a sorts of a delirious estate with no recollection whatsoever of how the hours went by so quickly, or how the day turned into night so fast...  

I remember sitting at the big square table sometime around midday, and I remember eating some chicken noodle soup that my husband prepared for me.  And it was nourishing and good and there, outside the glass wall in the 'sunny' room, there was the magical tree smiling down at me...  Oh I'm sure I saw him smiling, and I'm sure I saw its bare limps stretching out, up and down... its branchy head up above the long woody neck turning around as if examining its surroundings and beyond.... and then, all of the sudden... a swarm of bright color, a chorus of tweets and chirrup and feathers and lovely little creatures gathering around the magical tree in a quorum of joyful feasting..

You see me?  I see you!

Beautiful, peaceful, perfect!  Would you happened to know his name?

I love to see the cardinals in the woods behind our house swooning from tree to tree in deep red flashes of lightning... like a magical vision.

Oh sweet Heavenly Father, and this blue jewel of a bird you created just for me... what did you named him may I ask? I thank You from the bottom of my heart for taking that spark of a dream and making it a reality... 

"Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings" Victor Hugo.   Oh do... do come fly with me!

I was encapsulated in a moment of bliss and joy the minute I saw these mourning doves among the invitees to this jubilant revelry.  Were they really here?  You see, mourning doves always make me feel needy for magic.  For the joy they bring. 

And well, you know me... I wanted to believe I knew who they were... yes yes of course, my mourning doves friends from the house in the roses!  

Oh it had to be them... they must have followed me all the way here and now, they have finally found me... The dove and her baby who lived in the thorny Sally Holmes climbing rose by our bedroom window back at the house in the roses, and never ever minded my presence being so closed to them in all my whereabouts in the garden, and watched me from their nest without the smallest hint of fear, with only wonder and amaze in the kindest of eyes... I just love them!

Everyone loves the magical tree...

No matter what their hair color is, or shape or size... no matter what they look like...

At a certain hour of the day every creature reunites under the winter-bared branches of the magical tree...

And share the bountiful feast of blessings with grateful hearts...  

Hearts that are filled with love and good cheer...

And I hope our hearts too... may be filled with love, and kind and peace...

“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” 

(Mother Teresa)