a mothering spirit

Thinking about my role as mother and what it means to be the nest when your babies begin to fledge.

She has tiny wings, seemingly too small to fly. Like a bumblebee.

Rooted and flying at the same time.

I caught her in a quiet moment among the trees.

channeling my inner robin

 

I needed some nests to decorate with in the sales gallery at work so I channeled my inner robin and made some of out of wool and twigs.  The grasses might still be buried under snow, but there is always a supply of wool and twigs around.

Have a cozy week, all.

nestled

 Their own nest, carefully cobbled together from ferns and twigs (and is that poison ivy? yep).  Like little momma birds.  Slightly itchy momma birds.

Acorn eggs and a cap to represent the shell of one that already hatched.  Nestled together.

Their imaginations soar when their toys are nature and time is their own.

That's probably true for a lot of us.

We should do that more often.