Monday, June 30, 2014
Mirrors among us (a guest post for Unforced Rhythms)
A friend asked the other day what brought about my love of birds, and at first, I didn’t know how to answer. I was searching my memory banks for a specific moment in time, or a specific bird that first laid hold of my affection, and came up empty. It took me fumbling through several unsatisfactory explanations before the real answer came into focus.
“I think I began to love birds when I could sit still long enough to observe the world around me. I couldn’t help but notice their beauty, what amazing creatures they are.”
While these words tumbled out, I felt them warm me, glowing like embers, a slow burn from the heap of my heart’s contents.
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There’s something different about birds, the way they undo me. The way it’s about even more than the fascinating bird right in front of me, but about all birds and how they speak to me about life and God in their songs, in their flight, in all the quiet ways they exist in the background of human lives. The way we lead parallel lives.
This hasn’t always been the case.
I'm sharing the rest of this story over at Kelli's today, for Unforced Rhythms. Would you follow me here to continue?