I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.
Henry David Thoreau
(a wee field sparrow visits the yard / Julie Cook / 2015)
It often borders on the spiritual. . .
Magical moments
Brief encounters
Hushed observations
It is when Nature is at her best with the local, and not so local, residents known as
Wildlife.
Most often times, these intimately captured moments and / or encounters
are much more sublime than wild.
These are the marvelous moments which. . .
soothe our nerves
slow us down
and wow our senses. . .
We take on the role of voyeur with our indirect interactions stealthily from afar.
To be so close, yet to go unnoticed as to allow “their” life to go on as it normally would, without our interruptions, our disturbances, our infringing, our alarming, our misguided desire to be closer than we should. . .
We see them as they are. . .
Free
Uninhibited
Reckless with abandon
Just simply happy to live
To eat
To fight
To play
To exist. . .
Uninhibited and unhindered. . . without our intervention and interaction—
Allowing those so fortunate a brief and tender taste of the Divine, just by merely being in close proximity.
We are humbled, being taken out of ourselves for but a brief moment.
Mesmerized
Content
Honored
Awed
We reconnect a part of ourselves to them.
A natural order seems to return to the world which otherwise is frustratingly spiraling out of our control.
There is a harmony and rhythmic accord which sweetly slips back into balance. . .
Which leaves us feeling forever grateful.
We may exhale and rest in the tiny window afforded us, a sneak peek into God’s masterful order
Be it quick,
Be it brief
Be it short lived
We regain our humanness
Our sense of wonder
Our decency. . .
For the quickly passing precious secret moments of observation, as well as for their presence in our lives, helps to make our existence happier, calmer, more joyous and seemingly better. . .
But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds of the air, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this?
Job 12:7-9
Excellent Julie – and fantastic photographs.
Thank you David—I always feel as if I’ve been given a tiny gift from God each time I get a glance into the world of the animals and wildlife whose planet I share. . .
Stunning both the words and photos. I’m speechless again. You’ve completely wowed me once more! Love, N ❤
Thank you for reflagging. Imagine my surprise when I checked my e-mail this morning and there were 32 to the usually 8 or 10 that seem to appear in the night time! I ‘m honored and always humbled
Hugs and love my friend—julie
You are so very welcome. It was just too good not to share. Love, N ❤
and don’t you love how auto correct switches reblogging to reflagging often despite my best efforts to stop it—me and this computer—one day, I’m going to tell it who’s the boss!!! 🙂
I wondered about the reflagging thing and thought it was just something cute you came up with. 🙂
oh that I was so cute 😉
Reblogged this on Sacred Touches.
Wonderful post.
Thank you, I’m happy you enjoyed it–
blessings for a wonderful day—Julie
Gorgeous photos and soothing words that resonate. Love to you Julie 😉
I’m happy you enjoyed it Jenna—hoping all is well your way—with love and many hugs–Julie
The poem is beautiful, a treasure-chest of praise for that which the Lord has created. Thank-you for sharing.