I watch the birds closely in the morning
as they wake up with the sun.
All of them chanting,
for the day’s run.
The Flicker and the Sparrow,
the Robin and the Blues;
each with a sense of urgency,
paranoid and exacting,
The sun will drop hours from now,
there is much to do.
My tendency to wake up with the sun has granted me the fortune to befriend some beautiful birds. I watch them in and out of conversation, and perpetual preparation for the day ahead. It’s quite spectacular.
We stroll into the days together. I make coffee and take in the show, they don’t mind me now, it’s been long enough. We have a shared understanding, a sacred trust. I write little diddy’s in their honor, and from time-to-time, I name them.
Last night, post-homework you proceeded to create collages and add them to an Instagram account entitled, Plant-Mom-Wannabe. The description of yourself as this magnificent account’s owner simply must be made note of, as to not get lost in the years of awesome you. The description reads:
Sad sofa who wants to be an aesthetic-y human🌿 Some crap photos live here📷 Making niche memes or attempting it👌 Have fun?🌸
As you explained to me in the car this morning, each of these little pieces of art take research, time, and a good dose of learning to pull off. Each of these is a message to celebrate the individuals in your life whom you love. By creating these beautiful sentiments and posting them for all the world to see and share, you are making an offering to the world.
The fact that you had the tenacity and will to create this plan, account, and art is a reward in-and-of-itself. You are the most courageous person I have ever met, and I can’t wait to see what else you come up.
Your love-focus is right on, and yes, I will get you a cactus.
These habitual emotional trials will end
when you pass your final judgement.
When you decide to declare change,
the universe will follow suit.
You are your own judge and jury.
No one, not any one, has a say
in who you choose to be.
Be gentle and make a choice.
2017 was a rough and tough tumble rigged with big changes. Everything that was begging to become new and different became so, all at once. A new home, a new nature, a new school, and a new commute to boot. In spite of the exhaust and chaos, you chose to be our bright champion. You encouraged us to take a leap into change. You patted us on the back and led us to a paradise of our own. Your spirit in the face of challenge is inspiring, and it’s a wonderful privilege to watch you thrive and grow. I am happy to thank you for your courage each day. You are our bright champion, beautiful and brave.