The road seemed long at times, I played The Blind Boys of Alabama, and the music worked with Spirit, in tandem with the Ancestors, and the DIvine Love of God to send a message to me for survival.
It has been a while since I updated here and it is not because I have not been birding. On the contrary, I have been birding every single day.
This plant inspires me and it grows on the Live Oak in my new yard in Starkville. I find myself staring at it all day. Hoping the rain comes to replenish it over and over. There is a metaphor for life and grief in their somewhere.
The rarities list from ebird continues to astound. I mean we should have known right? That Stellars Sea Eagle was an omen of more amazing birds to come!
You might even think of faith as symbiosis or sympoiesis: faith is the relationship between the Egyptian plover bird and the crocodile, the wasp and the orchid, microbial civilizations in our guts and the memories we process.
While driving through southeastern Colorado, I realized I would never take the trip again.
You may be wondering why or how it is that I get to be in Tucson.
In the months of September and October, I embarked on a eastern seaboard fall bird migration trip that took me to the Eastern Shore of Virginia and Maryland as well as Barnstable and Provincetown on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. It was important for me to take this trip because it preceded my intense dissertation writing thatContinue reading “What the Gulls Teach Us #BirdsTellUs”
Do you remember jumping out of the car and running toward the entrance as your parent yelled to slow down and stop running?
Well I got that feeling when I visited the Eastern Shore to Bird. Literally.
So I prayed that the Green Heron would not fly away and opted to walk further to an area where I could photograph it from a distance. I walked up on a group of Canada Geese…