a baby is born into the family
a little girl
she comes early, keen to meet us all
keen to get on with her journey
to hear the summer sounds of cicada and thunder storms
of koel calling and bees blessing the veges and fruit trees.
she is tiny as they are
a reminder of the sacredness of life
of the mystery
of the opportunity to approach life with awe grace and humility.
the welcome swallows on their second spring nesting hatch out their next brood. they drop a broken shell on the ground for me to notice.
over elevenses we discover that they are inhabiting a new nest directly above the door, we look at each other – somehow we missed the building of this one.
I wonder how this could be and where we have been to be this oblivious.
it is a haydee day and we decide to pick her up and bring her back home. driving through the bush along the bottom track to the house John says, there’s something… a bird
I stop the car and we hop out, peering thru the forest mass for a clear look. there is a huge white shape and then as we refine our eyes I catch a movement, a tilt of a head, a beak and an eagle appears in full majestic splendour -a Sea Eagle no less. this is a Wow moment and we get very excited. At 50 or so km from the coast a sea eagle on a branch over the island dam is a gift to be acknowledged.
Haydee wants out of her car seat and we grab the binoculars for a closer view. while she inspects the sticks and ferns on the track chattering away in baby gibberish we zoom in for a detailed look. a large dark shape flies overhead – a wedge tail eagle keeping track of the intrusion.
is this the foretelling by the moggy in the night that woke us from our dreams. we were jerked into awareness by the verandah door banging as if it was open and the wind had slammed it closed. I turned on a light and there was a cat staring in at us thru the glass. quickly it disappeared.
in summer we usually sleep with the doors wide open – will we end up with feral cat purring on the end of the bed or eating our faces asks John.
the earth tilts and sails thru the heavens and the summer solstice approaches.
christmas looms and present buying is high on the list.
Kingston finishes school this week and we look forward to a long summer holiday with some camping, cricket in the backyard, fishing and picnics beside the ocean.
like the russian dolls the world unfolds and reveals another persona another story another hope another despair.
we cannot escape the pain and suffering and yet when a baby comes into a family, a community, into a home of love and plenty kindness there is joy and happiness to remind us of the beauty of life.
what a world when healthy babies are born and sea eagles visit.