Day 179

June 28, 2022

Coming to the end of June

I'm back to trying to define love.  I'm trying to describe the feeling of love and the impact of being held up by love over a long period of time.

Carefully loving

symptoms of being alive

rose colored background.

 

Taking a deep breath

Opening my heart to the essence

Vulnerability

 

The 3 haiku on this page were written a year ago to honor Vince trippi.  I still like them and they talk about that essence that defines love.

Are you my guardian?

 Energy surrounding my heart

A quiet presence.

Vince and I went birding together a couple of times.  I once brought him to Cynthia and Bob's grave site. It's a special place for me.  We had a blue bird join us.  It happened 3 more times on visits.  Today this one flew near me just as I was leaving the rookery.

Mainly frogs today.  I love them.  Although I must admit I was thinking about frog leg jokes.

The herons were not active or present at all this morning.  There were 3 nests I saw sleeping birds.

I came back up at sunset and there were 3 adults in the high trees and a juvenile on a limb by a nest.  I saw no others.

I've been thinking that the rookery and surrounding wetlands do not have enough food in them to sustain 45 birds through the season.  But how do they figure that out, and do they just abandoned their babies?  I know that nests 9, 10 and 11 fledged, and I know that 4 and 5 still have babies in them, but what about the other six? 

I did see a lot of birds though and kept track, maybe I'll go back to my graph.

That single touch of a grounding wire located in your finger tips.

My heart regulates.