Is growing within me.
Such a hopeless report.
My heart is heavy.
And I come back to these photos
that I took yesterday morning
on my walk.
Just yesterday morning,
So filled with awe and wonder and just
Is the answer ignorance of the news reports?
Of the pain of others?
Of the reality of fuel costs which increases groceries, and on and on . . .
I don't know.
I don't know the future.
I don't know what will happen with this idea
that I am so hopeful for,
that I am excited to share,
But as I look at these photos from nature,
I am reminded
that the birds that built these nests
have no idea what the gas prices are.
They do not know who will win the next presidential election.
They are not worried about not going to space,
even if I am sad to see it end.
Even if many are forced into an unwanted transition.
They are not worried about too much high fructose corn syrup in their diet.
Or how they will look in a pair of shorts this summer.
It does not mean that they are not affected by their environment.
Today was over 90 degrees on April 1st in South Dakota.
Other years, their nest are hanging on in 75 mile an hour winds
of a white-blinding blizzard.
But they do what they were made to do
They take shelter in the storms.
They seek water in the heat.
They dig deeper for food when it is dry.
They keep going.
Because it was what they were made to do.
They keep singing.
They keep building nests.
They keep tapping away at the trees and posts for bugs.
They keep flying.
During an April blizzard, I watched a meadowlark
sing on my fence post right into the wind.
I could hear him through my windows.
And I thought to myself,
That little bird is not going to let this get him down.
Defy the odds.
Defy the storm.
Sing into it.
Sing your song right in the face of drought and blizzard.
Fluff up your feathers
and sing above the blizzard storm winds
or the dusty cloud of drought.
Might be freezing.
Might be drying up.
But we can keep
walking by faith,
praying for rain,
praying for sun,
toughing it out.
Hanging on for the next season.
Doing what you can do today.
Spring reminds me
that there is a time to die
and a time to be born.
Sometimes new things only come
after a difficult storm.
Some things have a season,
and it when that time is over,
it's ok for a new thing to come.
It is ok to mourn that which is over.
Some good things come to an end.
Some new things will never happen
until there is a
a new headache,
or a new heartache.
Spring is such a reminder
of the promise
and of renewed.
A season of hope.
For the future.
For new things to come.
"While the earth remains,
Seedtime and harvest,
Cold and heat,
Winter and summer,
And day and night
Shall not cease."
All photographs copyright 2012 Jodene (Jodi) Shaw.