Murmur
The rare earth elements perplex us in our researches, baffle us in our speculations, and haunt us in our very dreams. They stretch like an unknown sea before us mocking, mystifying and murmuring strange revelations and possibilities.
William Crookes
Murmur
The Creator said,
“I will make a tiny bird
the color of night
speckled with stars,
this starling
will learn to speak in many voices -
confusing to his enemies,
delightful to his friends.
He will multiply and spread
Across the earth.
Men will name him ‘pest’, and ‘invader’
farmers will call him ‘menace’ -
all will drive him from their lands.
But for his protection,
I will give this beloved,
mischievous bird
the gift of synchronous flight -
When danger threatens -
he will rise
with thousands of his kind
spinning and circling
dancing and weaving
carving and twisting
in formations
mimicking the creation
and dissolution of galaxies
darkening the sky -
a dismay to his enemies,
a wonder to his friends -
each little bird
on his own path
in harmony
with the flock
a murmuration of sound
and movement.”
And when he watched
their first flight,
the Creator said,
“It is good.”
To see the universal and all-pervading Spirit of Truth face to face, one must be able to love the meanest of all creation as oneself.
Mahatma Gandhi
If you haven’t ever seen a murmuration of starlings, this video on YouTube is amazing.
Also check out the beautiful work of photographer Soren Solkaer on starlings and their murmurations here: https://www.thisiscolossal.com/tags/soren-solkaer/
If you want to hear a sample of the variety of sounds a starling can make, check out @inkydragon (artist, Sarah Tidwell, who rescued a starling she calls “the mouth”) on Instagram. Here’s a link if you don’t have instagram or don’t want to follow: the mouth
The creation theme was inspired by a writing class I’m taking from tricycle.org called “Writing as a Spiritual Practice” and my genuine awe of the amazing abilities of these little birds I see everywhere, and am only just now really beginning to appreciate.
Hope you have a great week. See you next Friday!
Ode to a Blue Jay
Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
Henry Van Dyke
To be a Blue Jay
In a blur of white, black and blue
You flew into my garden -
Landing under the feeder,
Pecking at the ground,
Picking up seeds,
Hopping around
Unbothered by my watching.
I want to live like you-
Able to fly from danger,
To pierce the silence
of the cold morning air
With the longing call
of my wild heart,
Unashamed.
I want to land softly
In the warm grass -
To dance in the sun,
and then just take off
for the trees when it’s gone -
leaving this comfortable cage
behind.
A blue jay and its partner are nesting in one of the trees behind my house and are regularly visiting the feeders in the yard there. I chose the opening quote not just because I think people should be able to share their talents, but also because the blue jay’s call is annoying to some people. Loud and piercing. Personally, I love the sound - especially on an otherwise bleak and quiet day.
Here is a link to check out if you want to hear the sounds (and learn more about the birds) : Audubon Society: About the Blue Jay (with sounds) - The calls I most often hear are the Jay (or Jeering) and the hawk imitation calls; but I recognized most of the other sounds; not realizing they were Jay sounds too.
This bird is very calm and curious. I read that when they are afraid; the feathers on top of their heads stand straight up - so he was unafraid, hopping around and tilting his head from side to side.
I also read that they are not really blue, but that the color is a trick of light … here’s a link to that explanation, if you’re interested: NOT in Blue.
Holding a little seed in its mouth and looking ready to jump again.
Pensive.
Standing tall and unafraid.
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
e. e. cummings
Thank you for being here, and thank you for your support. I appreciate every comment and suggestion!
Going Home again
Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
Terry Pratchett
an unexplained ruin in Joshua Tree
my last desert hike
I stumbled on a ruin
crumbling into dust
and realized I was ready to go home
home again - water everywhere
home where water flows freely
pussy willow blossoming
where spring blossoms riot - bursting through their skins
Allium breaking through
Narcissus looking down
where narcissus is already in full bloom
Ferns unfurling
where the forest floor fills with ferns
single-minded squirrel
where squirrels sneak up to steal suet
living in the land of tulips
where the silky tulips glisten
swimming silently by
and silent mallards swim
lily of the valley
where lily of the valley is wet with dew
solitary tree on the edge of the dunes, overlooking the channel
and a single tree keeps vigil over the grassy dune.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
I loved the magic of Joshua Tree, but I am so happy to be back home. I am grateful that you are here with me.