A Robin says so much…
I saw a Robin…A really beautiful, Robin with a very bright red breast hoping from branch to branch and it made me smile.
Not only did the thermometer rise above freezing, with a snow melt of huge proportions, but here was this little bird showing me that with all this Winter, there was this sign that Spring is rounding the bend.
It’s really a sign of HOPE, as I see it.
Hope that my friend will get good results from his PET scan. Hope that his latest cocktail of chemo has done its job and the cancer has once again gone into hiding and his quality of life will remain high. And then there’s my neighbor who is mourning the loss of her husband to the beast. The Robin says “cheer up” nice lady. Spring will bring your garden into bloom. Blue skies and sunshine will warm your shoulders and your heart. Life will begin again. It will be different, but it too, will bloom for you.
And last, but not least, the robin is for you too, Nan. Sadness from the loss of a parent is some of the most unrelenting sadness to conquer. Saying good-bye to your Dad takes so much space in ones’ heart. Hopefully you can take the image of this little robin, find moments of happiness and turn it into good memories of your Dad.
What a day it was…. That little robin had so much to say!!
February 21, 2014 @ 9:54 am
Hope does spring eternal in all of us if we’ll pause a moment to see and hear the signs.
My grandson’s 3rd grade class has a project that I think is just spectacular!! Each kid is given a small notebook with about 50 pages in it. Each child must select someone that has Touched Their Lives and write about the event or activity or action that caused them to select this person. The person written about is given the notebook and they must select someone who has inspired them, pass it to them and so on until the notebook’s pages are filled. The last person mails it to the teacher. I’m guessing about 30 kids X 50 pages = 1500 people who have made a difference in someone’s life. The project could take a year before it is completed. I thought….how special it is for these 3rd graders to start at such an early age to recognize the goodness in others.
There is Hope for our world and the seeds are planted in these little ones. Let’s hope that the project flourishes.
February 20, 2014 @ 8:27 pm
Thanks so much, dear friend, for the mention of “robin redbreast.” That name was taught to me by my parents. It does hold the promise of spring on this bleak day and that is very comforting to me.