Dave took one step out our back deck, looked to the pile of sticks, paper and string debris and asked, "What's all this?" Pointing to the light above I smiled and said, "The birds have been busy building a nest." Everyday I watch as they carefully decide which pieces stay and which simply won't do. Those misshapen twigs are quickly tossed to the discard pile.
Through their hard work, the blue jays allow for breaks. They pick up and carry away all the peanuts I scatter on the ground below. For my up close love of watching, I leave a few on the rail just outside our kitchen window. I notice they are just as meticulous with those nuts as they are with their twig selection. One by one the jays swoop in, size up the offering, choose their favorite, and off they fly to the nearest tree.
But what's funny—if one of those nuts happens to be a single rather than a double, they turn their beaks up. My human brain thinks they first go for the many doubles on the ground and once gone, eventually return for the lowly single.
The life of a blue jay.
The places you go while free typing in front of a window. And this is just one small story of the happenings in the world of the blue jays. I have story upon story about the many insects and creatures of this woodsy wonderland.
I was in the process of finding and making my way so I imagined this time ahead would be kind of difficult. But what I never imagined was my Tahoe dream actually coming true. And that while sifting through what remains, my heart would be wrapped in all that is pure, giving, and real. Continued healing surrounded by the one place, which puts me most at ease is surreal. A combination of this place and our girls whisper through challenges—breathe, take one moment at a time. If you fall, feel a little lost, head in the wrong direction, remember...you're familiar. Pick up, redirect, and start over. It's all by design. For one reason or another, it will all work out in time. And along the way, enjoy the journey! Yes, all things I've learned well over the past six years, but can be forgotten. But in peace, simplicity, and solitude, are also found.
My gaze shifts up and through the window. A jay is sitting, starring back at me. I wonder what he's thinking? Might he be wondering the same? Beautiful blue, at this second I'm thinking how my life closely resembles your nest. Everyday I work, piecing together. I pick up, carefully evaluate, and like you, decide whether it should stay or go.
You're right Jay. This takes time, energy, and patience. More than I envisioned. But anything worthwhile, does.
I think your nest is beautiful. And every piece, in its perfect place. As it should be.