A bird is three things: Feathers, flight, and song, And feathers are the least of these. - Marjorie Allen Seiffert, "The Shining Bird"
Two curious faces pressed to the window, watching Daddy mow the yard.
They were adorable. Tiny hands, tiny feet, tiny nose prints on the glass – I couldn’t even get mad at them for smudging, they were that stinking adorable.
And they couldn’t get enough of BrightSide. They stayed there for what seemed like forever, watching him cross back and forth across the grass, completely engrossed by the sight.
My memories might fade, but this photo brings them roaring back to life.
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”
– Jalaluddin Rumi
Two dozen children stood in wonder, staring wide eyed at the Washington monument soaring high into a bright blue sky.
Some students had already visited D.C. but were still awed by the sight; others had never left North Carolina and found themselves astounded by its majesty. Either way, it was impossible to be blasé in the midst of so much emotion.
Sometimes we forget. Adults become…well…not necessarily jaded, but accustomed to vast displays. Magnificent tributes. Masterpieces of one sort or another.
But then you see something through the eyes of a child and it all rushes back.
It truly is a wondrous world.
“What I wanted most for my daughter was that she be able to soar confidently in her own sky, whatever that may be.”
– Helen Claes
Watching them that day was like seeing unbridled joy collide with utter adoration. Love and delight shone all around them, brighter than the sun as a blast of energy exploded out of the water, spinning furiously through the air before crashing with a dazzling splash.
It was one of those moments forever frozen in time, precious for both T-man and Bear’s love for BrightSide and his limitless devotion to them.
I see you.
Still as a mouse
caught in a cat’s gaze,
as if thinking yourself
out of existence
could protect you from
I see you
seeing the world
pass you by
on your perch,
wondering if those hurried steps
would slow even a bit
to witness your
I see you.