“In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect.”
~ Alice Walker
“Do you want to see some magic?”
I’ve been sitting in the sunshine on the deck for the past fifteen or so minutes eating my yogurt and granola. “Come on, but be quiet.” I lead the way.
Maya stretches out on the warm deck; Gerry and I sit, and I fill him in on the back story.
“They’re building a nest in the cedars,” I say of the two finches who have just fluttered by. “They’ll be back in a minute.”
Soon, the two tiny birds return, the female with a sprig of honeysuckle in her beak. She lights on the edge of the deck to get her bearings and then heads into the depths of the tall cedar next to our deck. The male flies over to a nearby lilac bush and starts to sing.
Before long, the female exits the cedar and the male joins her as they fly off in search of more nesting material. Fly, find, return, work, and–for the male–sing. The dance is repeated again and again as she prepares the nest, and he keeps watch while singing a celebratory song.
“It’s better than TV,” I joke quietly.
Gerry smiles. I can tell he’s not as enchanted as I am.
“I’m going in to shower.”
“Take Maya with you,” I whisper as he goes.
I sit in solitude again, captivated by the miracle before me, watching the birds and listening to God.