<bgsound> src="http://geocities.datacellar.net/Heartland/Meadows/5337/luvntune.mid loop=infinite> UNFOLDING ©By Russ





Wild young pigeons are learning to stand up for themselves while crowded around the feeder in our back yard. Going at each other toe to toe (or is that beak to beak ?). Parry and thrust, a flip out of a wing at the hungry adults, a slap to the face, as if to say’ hey move over, you’re in my space. Moss, dangling from an oak, peeling off, a large snake wriggling out of an old mottled, gray skin. A firewood supply is being unloaded somewhere on the other side of the trees, loud banging and clunking sends Misty quivering to safety, under our bed. Crow is in her window box clicking, chortling, and making noises which makes Emmalie laugh like a small child. Water is flying everywhere; Starling has discovered the dog's water dish and is taking a bath. A ball of black feathers, lightly streaked with gold, wanders across the back porch. Baby pigeon has left the safety of its nest to explore the world outside (with two watchful parents trailing close behind). My feet still aching, swollen and sore, and much work needs to be done. Unfinished projects litter this place, old boards, and windows stacked everywhere. Wires dangling inside the house, where walls were removed, are now vinyl coated, jungle gyms for the cockatiel to use. Emmalie is patient, but unhappy just the same, with this long wait for things to change.....my health, money, all those important things. The view from this window, and from our porch, tells me the magic isn’t gone. I know to quit worrying, to lighten my emotional load, because miracles still happen, and life has it’s own way of unfolding (and that I am only along for the ride).

Russ.....7-12-98







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