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Writing comes from listening, so I’ve taken quiet steps outside away from the loud  to hear better. Eyes open this time  to see AND hear–this– the delicate drops of fuchsia,  ballerinas fluttering like so many upside-down firecrackers, fragile, full of beauty dropping feathery tendrils to the silent air.

birds top right and center….from our deck   jlc   The chickadees chatter and chirrup “a cheep, cheep chick-a-dee-dee!” bullying for position on the fence post. There’s an argument about breakfast and who goes first and “hey, no cuts!” Doesn’t matter there’s an over-spilling feeder full of seeds– all the birds are hungry. It’s a change-of-weather morning…

Son, ferried within water, the womb        of his mother. She, comforted        on the back of a donkey,        led at the hand by a hopeful man,        father, to the House of Bread.Seer, sounding words that seared the          hearts of those who…