by Niki King
Join me for a for a few minutes to ground ourselves focusing on our breathing. I am also adding a poem I came across. Thought this is particularly relevant as this weekend is the RSPB Big Garden Birdwatch 2021.
The Sparrow
A little bird, with
plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Ten taps upon my window–pane,
And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its song;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.
So birds of peace and
hope and love
Come fluttering earthward from above,
To settle on life’s window–sills,
And ease our load of earthly ills;
But we, in traffic’s rush and din
Too deep engaged to let them in,
With deadened heart and sense plod on,
Nor know our loss till they are gone.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
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