Bird Songs

All day long I hear bird songs.  Bright, happy singing. A background of joy. They don’t like to be photographed, these little tweeters that sit very still on wires and on branches till the camera appears. Then suddenly they disappear. They still sing, but from under cover. 

I am reading more from Divine Intimacy. Not every day. But when I have time. It is a little more down to earth than St. John of the Cross. I still read a little of St. John before going to bed but the ideas don’t stay with me. They are too far beyond me. I have about 30 pages left in the Spiritual Canticle. I’ll finish it out of respect for St. John. 

Photo is an old one from my archives. A red wing blackbird. I rarely see them now for they only stop by on migration.