Sometimes I wonder what's more clamorous. What's more noisy. The world outside. Or the spaces inside me. Both get so dark. So dense. So loud. So impenetrable. A gravity so strong not even light can escape it. Not even light is safe from it. It's good to be reminded that somethig as simple as a song is all it takes to cut through.
I spend a lot of time here in a concrete Irish city listening out for birdsong. It’s my only connection with beloved nature. Behind my house are a few scraggly old apple trees that still toss some fruit over the wall for me in the fall. The birds love these scrubby trees and old heaps of trash and sticks underneath. It’s their haven in spring. This rare urban habitat is doomed as developers have bought that land and intend to scrape it any day now. Meanwhile I mark my days with the morning and evening bookends of birdsong, blackbirds being the loudest and most prolific song makers. I have read that they, unlike many birds, continue to create new songs their whole lives, well into old age. This is something I have been trying to turn into a poem lately, but it seems instead I am just taking it into my aging life instead, like a vitamin for my creativity. Vitamin Bird. Give me a dose or two every day so I can stay in touch with what it is to be alive and full of song.
I enjoyed this and found it inspirational, but then again there is something about the perseversnce of birds that works like a charm when I am dispirited or down in the dumps.
Sometimes I wonder what's more clamorous. What's more noisy. The world outside. Or the spaces inside me. Both get so dark. So dense. So loud. So impenetrable. A gravity so strong not even light can escape it. Not even light is safe from it. It's good to be reminded that somethig as simple as a song is all it takes to cut through.
I spend a lot of time here in a concrete Irish city listening out for birdsong. It’s my only connection with beloved nature. Behind my house are a few scraggly old apple trees that still toss some fruit over the wall for me in the fall. The birds love these scrubby trees and old heaps of trash and sticks underneath. It’s their haven in spring. This rare urban habitat is doomed as developers have bought that land and intend to scrape it any day now. Meanwhile I mark my days with the morning and evening bookends of birdsong, blackbirds being the loudest and most prolific song makers. I have read that they, unlike many birds, continue to create new songs their whole lives, well into old age. This is something I have been trying to turn into a poem lately, but it seems instead I am just taking it into my aging life instead, like a vitamin for my creativity. Vitamin Bird. Give me a dose or two every day so I can stay in touch with what it is to be alive and full of song.
I enjoyed this and found it inspirational, but then again there is something about the perseversnce of birds that works like a charm when I am dispirited or down in the dumps.
This is so beautifully illustrated and the message, a pure song of hope. 🐦 💗🫶🏻
lovely 🖤✨
We all search for peace and quiet being alone is good for your soul / spirit. Truly enjoyed this piece!
When I find a place to be alone,
Please let it be a peaceful retreat,
But don’t forget to give me my partner,
So I can whisper being alone is so sweet.
Beautiful ❤️
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Blackbird “Nevermore.”
This was beautiful, Candace! I love the white lettering on a dark background! Also, the little story and sentiment was wonderfully encouraging :)
This is something both beautiful and inspiring!
What a lovely reminder. Thank you, Candace. 🙏🏼
I loved this, Candace, not only for the story but for the presentation. Beautiful work!
A rapturous moment, beautifully captured! There's nothing quite like the song of a blackbird.
I like the new style. I find it easy to read and immerse myself into the wisdom with the colorful background. It carries the story along.
So beautiful. Thank you for sharing the song of the blackbird 🤍
So lovely. 🐦⬛❤️