Among them are are the "Baby's First Christmases" the memorial ones, the vacation ones, angels, elves, beloved pets, both living and passed on. There are even a couple from my childhood I was able to talk my mother out of.
There are a lot of precious memories in my Christmas ornaments and the sheer joy I get as I take each one out of its box and hang it on the tree once again is one of my absolute all-time favorite simple pleasures.
I thought I would share a few of them here each week and I am beginning with the redbirds. Redbirds have held a special place in my heart ever since I was blessed with an abundance of them in my front yard during my struggles with grief several years ago...
|Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them? ~Rose F. Kennedy|
|A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song. ~Chinese Proverb|
|The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet ~John Burroughs|
|Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful. ~Norman Vincent Peale|
|Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune--without the words|
and never stops at all...~Emily Dickinson
|What is joy?It is a bird that we all want to catch .It is the same bird that we all love to see flying ~Sri Chinmoy|
|Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come. ~Chinese Proverb|
|No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings ~William Blake|
When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness. ~Bob Hope
In the midst of my grief they came,
So many that I lost count
perched on the porch rail and in the trees
and flying all around
I stared at them in awe
through the tears that freely flowed
Their vibrance captured my attention
it was almost as if they glowed
At first I thought I was dreaming
for now my life was surreal
but then one flew over to me
and I knew I could still feel...
Could feel another emotion
other than soul wrenching pain
Was this maybe a sign
that the waves were on the wane?
The waves of grief, I mean...
Still foreign to me then
that sweep you up and thrash you
again, and again, and again
So I stared at them in disbelief
and remembered how to smile
They fluttered their little wings and sang
and I watched them for awhile
They kept coming to me that year
whenever I needed a lift
Now every time I see one
I remember that special gift
I don't know how to explain it
or express it in beautiful words
All I can say is I'll never forget
the day God sent me... redbirds.
You can see more Wordful/Wordless Wednesday posts at A Beautiful Mess, Live and Love Out Loud, and Parenting By Dummies.