Creating a Place to Grow Wings

It's easy to get the winter blahs when there is no green.

However,

when there are no leaves,

I can see all the nests along the dry creek bed.

I found a few today

and I got to thinking

about how

they feel so

sacred to me.

It's a little home

that a bird made.

A bird.

And they hang on to these trees 

in the wind

the rain

the snow.

Not just any wind.

Prairie wind.

Monday this week we had 70 mile an hour gusts.

All these little nests are still there.

And I thought about how a nest is a home.

A place for

love,

nurturing,

nourishing,

protection,

wing-growing.

I thought about how I want

to be intentional

about creating my house to be a sacred place,

no matter how little and cramped it may be,

no matter how messy it might get at times.

But asking myself,

How can I make this a sacred wing-growing home?

How can I make it a place 

of love, nurture, nourishment, protection, faith building, wing-growing?

A safe house,

yet a growing house...

Somehow,

looking at the tiny little nests

built on faith,

I began to see

my little nest

and the work

that I do there

with different eyes

today.