Tag: spirituality

 

There are five beautiful, perfect eggs in the blue bird nest now.  It’s exciting!  Just the thought that there might be babies who live to fledge, that I might get to watch them learning to fly is wonderful!

 

But I’m blocked.  I’m used to getting up and going outside.  While waiting for my coffee I take the dog out onto the deck.  Or we walk around the yard.  We breathe deeply.  The dog breathes many places.  I like to feel the ground under my feet or at least the deck boards.  I like to smell the weather – to get a feel for the day.

 

Now every time I step out back the blue bird flies off her nest.  This is worrisome for me.  It has been chilly and damp.  I do not want her eggs to get too cold.  I don’t know how long it takes for cold and damp to creep into a warm nest enclosed in a box.  Presumably it would take a while.  I’m uncertain.

 

So, I haven’t been going out that way.  I miss it.  I would have liked to take photos of the emerging changes in the plant life.  I would have enjoyed sitting on the deck and reading on the few balmy days there have been. But no. I won’t.

 

Several weeks ago “practicing spring” was feeding me.  My soul was joyful and hopeful.  Practicing spring had a locus.  My back yard was a place of retreat and growth.  Now I’m blocked from that practice.

 

Sure, I can and do go out front.  I don’t relax and linger in my house coat the way I would in the back yard though.  It’s not comfortable to think the neighbors are watching.  I know they are.  There’s concrete evidence.  I don’t much care if they see me, but it’s a different experience than solitary contemplation in a place of peace.

 

Sure, I can and do explore the neighborhood park and watch the growth and the wild things there.  It’s a wonderful thing.  Yet it requires preparation: eating first (there’s that low blood sugar thing) and dressing appropriately.  Good shoes are a good idea.  One must already know what the day is like before walking that far.  One can’t be stepping out merely to test the day.  By the time I get to the park I’m not just beginning my day.  The day has already started.

 

Sure, I can and do watch developments out our lovely French doors.  But being behind glass just isn’t the same.  I can’t feel and smell the life on the other side.

 

So what do we do when something blocks our practice?  When it just isn’t the same?

 

It’s time to feel sad—to acknowledge that I miss it.  It’s time to look around for new opportunities.  What new thing is drawing me?  What else does or can touch my soul in an inviting, joyful way—can evoke praise and gratitude without effort? Perhaps such an impulse of joy and gratitude is unsustainable?   I don’t know.

 

I haven’t found the new thing yet.  I have to keep looking.  That’s the thing right now:  Keep looking.

 

Nevertheless, the rain keeps raining and the sun keeps shining.  Day and night, springtime and harvest in their season still come and go.  All manner of things will be well, even if they’re different and unsought.

 

And . . .there is still hope for fledglings.  What a gift that would be!