Flutes, perhaps, and a harp

Thank You for what could well be a re-sighting of this very same being whom I find reminiscent of Yourself — wild grace and regal beauty — a teacher of patient fishing.

It was only for a moment thought odd that the smell of something — what? — brought me to the kitchen window to make sure the accidentally un-extinguished pit-fire of the previous day had not somehow reignited under all the water poured on it upon discovery.

A steady visual sweep of the area revealed not a wisp of smoke, but a sudden movement to the right through the thankfully only budding tree limbs caught my eye. There, flying low over the water’s surface toward its night nest downriver, a Great Blue! I hadn’t seen one since the day of the photograph, July 2020. If only one could compose Music for Folded Wings..

Some.. many — most? — may find such a musing a little far-fetched. Understandably so, but I hope that the some, many, most may see that it is simply an answering prayer to an unexpected Gift. (It doesn’t happen all the time, but it should!)

I am asking You to send a Great Blue to the Queen, today. Whether or not she finds it gift, thank You.


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