Living in the midst of the packed city of Pittsburgh, I am acutely aware of my "neighbors"--both human and the cardinals, robins, common grackles, finches--even a pair of red-tailed hawks--in my neighorhood. I wholeheartedly understand your tears at the death of this finch, and I appreciate you capitalizing His pronouns. Thank you for such a beautiful lyric. I will share this with my Environmental Literature class today in school. And I will add more seed to the feeders in my garden when I go home. (PS: I have had a robin (or two different robins) nesting on my porch the past two years; it feels like a gift to get to witness the process and see the fledglings take their first flight.) Sharon
I love this, Megan. I needn't imagine you crying when confronted by his death; tears came to my own eyes when I read your description of it. I admire devotion perhaps above all other qualities, because, I think, most manifestations of devotion must just be love. My own children have fledged our cozy nest fairly recently, so this lyric speaks to me in a way that sits in the heart, but not quite peacefully; it rustles around a bit, it settles, it moves, rearranging itself again, which I guess is all to say that there's appreciation for the beauty of your story and there's sorrow, too. Thanks for all of it.
Living in the midst of the packed city of Pittsburgh, I am acutely aware of my "neighbors"--both human and the cardinals, robins, common grackles, finches--even a pair of red-tailed hawks--in my neighorhood. I wholeheartedly understand your tears at the death of this finch, and I appreciate you capitalizing His pronouns. Thank you for such a beautiful lyric. I will share this with my Environmental Literature class today in school. And I will add more seed to the feeders in my garden when I go home. (PS: I have had a robin (or two different robins) nesting on my porch the past two years; it feels like a gift to get to witness the process and see the fledglings take their first flight.) Sharon
So lovely of you to take a moment to comment and to share it with your class. Much gratitude.
I love this, Megan. I needn't imagine you crying when confronted by his death; tears came to my own eyes when I read your description of it. I admire devotion perhaps above all other qualities, because, I think, most manifestations of devotion must just be love. My own children have fledged our cozy nest fairly recently, so this lyric speaks to me in a way that sits in the heart, but not quite peacefully; it rustles around a bit, it settles, it moves, rearranging itself again, which I guess is all to say that there's appreciation for the beauty of your story and there's sorrow, too. Thanks for all of it.
I love what you said about devotion and its place among qualities. Beautifully put.
Thank you, Megan.