Wednesday, March 23, 2011


My friend the robin has been sitting at the edges of the house all day waiting for his picture to be taken, warming himself in the sun, looking in at me through the window I use to look out at him. I think he wonders at my choice of nest. Surely something smaller, something you've made yourself, something open to air and sunlight, surely that would be a nicer place to live ...and I think he might be right.

"The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings." -- J.M. Barrie

"I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think." — Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

"What wings are to a bird, and sails to a ship, so is prayer to the soul." — Corrie Ten Boom

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