The Robin’s Lesson, 2020.`
A year ago, two robins nesting on rafters above my patio showed me that life could go on after my husband died. This year they are back with second lesson: Fledgling birds in their nest can’t see what they’re getting into beyond a certain distance, They see grass below, and garden space where worms may be wiggling toward the surface. They see a bird bath not far from their nest and woods bordering our back yard. They can’t see the creek because it’s too far below for their line of sight, They will fly, or be pushed from the nest, to encounter acres and miles of a world for which they have only some instinctive concept.
The Robin’s Lesson, 2021
Dying is like that. We fly from the nest of our earth into The Great Unknown. As Christians, we have knowledge equivalent to the robin’s instinct; God’s promise of eternal life with unimaginable love and beauty are out there for our exploration. That flight out of the nest may be scary, and the last bird in the nest may be lonely, but when it’s time to fly the fledgling robins take that leap into the air. I’m seeing not just new life this year, but a return of the joy Skus and I shared when birds came to our feeder, spring flowers bloomed, and we considered “in awesome wonder, the worlds Thy Hands have made. “
Refreshing My Nest
I’m not ready to leave this earthly nest. I’m more like a Mama Robin refreshing last year’s nest. This website needs refreshing so I can hatch more eggs. My eggs are books, not babies, because I’m in Grandma mode.
Also, not being a robin, I can’t refresh a website by instinct. I’m learning, which includes experimenting. So come back soon and see what’s going on with DebbyDeteringWordcraft and two coming books that aren’t hatched yet: Aunt Tabby’s House and Crossroads (or whatever the final title becomes).