Saturday, February 26, 2011
Keeping Hope Alive
We hang the bird feeder on the winterberry bush. And we wait.
And we wait.
We wait, wait, and wait some more.
I read somewhere that it takes backyard birds a few days to find a new feeder.
All day today, we stop every few minutes and glance out the kitchen window just in case a bird has arrived. We talk about who might be the first to catch sight of that first little bird.
No birds yet. But the desiring of them, the wait, delights us.
We remember another wait, last April, for a hibernating turtle to emerge from underneath our deck. It feels just like that, this waiting, and we love it.
It feels like the wait for a first loose tooth.
I want to construct more apparatuses designed to teach me the beauty of hope. A backyard bird feeder reminds me to hope today. I wait patiently with my daughters, peer into the landscape ahead, and keep our longing alive. Tomorrow might be the day!
Journal: What am I hoping for, and how do I keep my hope alive?