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Yesterday, for St. Patty's Day, we picked up some corned beef sandwiches and headed for our favorite spot by the sea. This gull perched right in front of us the entire time, patiently waiting for a little morsel. At first, (s)he refused a piece of my spinach pita as (s)he wasn't sure about the green . . . but after a taste of my husband's marbled rye, the bird gave it a try!

 

Perhaps (s)he was

"Looking for the answer inside the question."

as RUMI may have done.

 

Victor Hugo came to mind as I recited his words,

"Be like the bird that,

pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight,

feels them give way beneath her,

and yet

SINGS,

knowing that she hath wings."

 

which took me, for an instant, back to my childhood wondering how things would have been different had someone taken me under their wing, protecting me from everything . . .

 

but . . . I've always been blessed with special angels who seem to come through my grandmother at just the perfect moment . . .

 

“When angels visit us,

we do not hear the rustle of wings,

nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove;

but we know their presence

by the love they create in our hearts.” (anon)

 

Alas, I think of

"friends, the angels who lift our feet

when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly." (anon)

 

Well, I have to agree with May West who said,

"I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Done