I had the purest feelings of rage and frustration earlier today due to butting heads with someone in my life. It happens so often, I have learned to shrug it off, move on, and kind of forget about it.Water under that bridge, missed opportunities, being in a rut, etc. Then I decided to wash a few glasses, the kind of instant gratification we all seek and need at times. I''ve been using the dishwasher a lot lately, but just now needed to be the dishwasher.
I have a huge yard and a large deck. The deck is high, due to the split level nature of my home, large, and gated because of small children and pets needing to be confined to it at various times in our occupation. The gate and the view are right outside my kitchen window. A sparrow lit on the arch of the gate. Nobody pays any attention to sparrows do they? Except God. My gate is painted a grey we call 'elephant'--kind of a beige-ish khaki color. The sparrows brown and grey feathers complemented it perfectly and he was so close. He didn't know I was looking at him and he cocked his head so cutely and his beak was so sculpted and of such a color as if from aged metal and he was so perfect and lovely and I felt a warmth in my heart that is so rare lately and he flitted off and I smiled. It was just such a nice moment.
Now I will go back to being 'Ditty' and google "His eye is on the sparrow" and distill my life back to 26 letters and move on, and drinking some clear water from a sparkly glass will maybe seem even a speck more enjoyable.