Sunday, April 12, 2009
Bird Nest Heart
Twice a year I am required to work at the Gleaner's Warehouse. This requires hours of back breaking work, hefting around heavy boxes and filling numerous orders of food ... helping to feed the hungry people who are depending on delivery of these "gleaned" items. Well worth the hard work!
I took a break during a lull, and walked around the parking lot, stretching out the kinks in my back ... looking around, as always, for the hearts that define my life right now. I found none.
Then a bird flew overhead ... landing in a nest high atop a tree. There it was! My heart! Right in front of me all the time. Well, right above me all the time!