I love this playful thought, Holly, tough I'm just a little worried you might imagine me in my youthful, Mississippi redneck voice, which could be a bit confusing...
Haha. Yeah I figured I was imaging an older (or rather younger) version of you (or your voice, rather).
I didn’t grow up there, but I did spend seven years in West Virginia in my early 20s. And you should’ve heard my accent then. It was a thing of beauty that I wished I was better at returning to at will than I am. So o get the evolution. 💕
...I would love to have been there to hear your "most melodic 🎶 and reassuring voice." 😊
....a very touching, poetic story. I would venture to say your entire creative life, indeed, HAS been and IS "helping shore up the hearts and minds of others...
and so, thank YOU, David, for every single post, adding a bit of nuance to MY growing little library of understanding as well. ❤️
I wanted to hear the lullaby so found some of these guys singing on YouTube, listened as I read. I see what you mean about the "teeeyooo", gorgeous. So excited for part two.
I love the way you give very descriptive writing of nature and the way they sound when you are writing about birds. The actual pictures are so clear. I hope you find the nest. Be sure to bring water so you don't get overheated. Look forward to the continuing story with pictures
Teri, I generally know better than to go off without water, but was only intending to head up and around the corner a ways, to get a look at what might be an ideal, cool-of-the-morn wander, but as is so often the case some voice in me kept saying "What if I just kept on until I get to that clump of Sumac up there, and so on...
I'm so pleased that the unfolding details feel more like gift than burden.
Wow! I just opened my Merlin app to have a listen. We have American Goldfinches all over the property but I’m not familiar with the “lesser” (how dare anyone name anything in nature lesser?) And what a song! All jazz and pizazz.
Lovely and dreamy and... I love the lessers, especially enjoy this seeing-story of them in their thackberry tree. Love their song...love the way you gift us with the sights and sounds and plants of the desert & river as you wander... aww yeah, ya left me hangin', storyteller...
Thanks, Pal. I'm so very pleased whenever I see you've been here and felt compelled to leave a note. Worked for the quiet hours this morning on part two, but not there yet and don't want to rush things for expediency at the expense of story. Might have to hang in there a little longer. It's coming together, though.
Thank you for this visit with this little being. I’ve had a couple of these visiting my yard too. They like the lavender stalks in my flower bed. Their song is lovely, and so welcome. Looking forward to the rest of the story.
Good morning, Lorna. I'm fascinated with the lavender connection. Thank you for making time to add a bit of nuance to my growing little library of understanding. They are such kind seeming little souls.
When I start thinking that I need to rage and wail against the absolute cruelty and insanity of all that is going on these days, I usually come to an understanding that there are more than enough voices who are really, really compelling in that way and that maybe I can help shore up the hearts and minds of fellow distraught beings by helping them to focus their attention, just for a minute on something that will refill their emptying reservoirs, and calm their fluttery hearts for a breath.
You remind me I need to balance - or overbalance - toward nature and the words of benevolent souls, like you, who bring us solace. Thank you, thank you! You do bring us a sacred space to breath and rest our hearts.
My wife and I spotted a little bird with a yellow breast like this yesterday on the walking trail. If we see it again I'm going to stop and listen for "a haunting, soothing, falling teeeyooo, repeated again and again." Thank you. Wonderful.
This little Lesser Goldfinch has me as mesmerized as your writing, David! Beautiful!
Blessings, ~Wendy💜
Beautiful glimpses David. I am off to read part 2 in anticipation 💛
You know what’s fun? Now that I’ve heard you reading other posts, I hear your voice in my head sometimes when I’m reading.
Looking forward to part 2.
I love this playful thought, Holly, tough I'm just a little worried you might imagine me in my youthful, Mississippi redneck voice, which could be a bit confusing...
Thank you for the lovely note.
Part two has been posted, BTW
Haha. Yeah I figured I was imaging an older (or rather younger) version of you (or your voice, rather).
I didn’t grow up there, but I did spend seven years in West Virginia in my early 20s. And you should’ve heard my accent then. It was a thing of beauty that I wished I was better at returning to at will than I am. So o get the evolution. 💕
...I would love to have been there to hear your "most melodic 🎶 and reassuring voice." 😊
....a very touching, poetic story. I would venture to say your entire creative life, indeed, HAS been and IS "helping shore up the hearts and minds of others...
and so, thank YOU, David, for every single post, adding a bit of nuance to MY growing little library of understanding as well. ❤️
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Oh, my friend, this is such gold to me... Thank you for such encouragement.
David, I love your way with words! Write on!
Wow, Kathy. What a treat.
I wanted to hear the lullaby so found some of these guys singing on YouTube, listened as I read. I see what you mean about the "teeeyooo", gorgeous. So excited for part two.
You're my favourite goob...
And now the goob is smiling ...and feeling just a little sheepish.
Methinks you'd really like these little poets, and that they'd pick up on your kind energy right off...
I love the way you give very descriptive writing of nature and the way they sound when you are writing about birds. The actual pictures are so clear. I hope you find the nest. Be sure to bring water so you don't get overheated. Look forward to the continuing story with pictures
Teri, I generally know better than to go off without water, but was only intending to head up and around the corner a ways, to get a look at what might be an ideal, cool-of-the-morn wander, but as is so often the case some voice in me kept saying "What if I just kept on until I get to that clump of Sumac up there, and so on...
I'm so pleased that the unfolding details feel more like gift than burden.
Thank you for the kind words.
Wow! I just opened my Merlin app to have a listen. We have American Goldfinches all over the property but I’m not familiar with the “lesser” (how dare anyone name anything in nature lesser?) And what a song! All jazz and pizazz.
"All that jazz and pizazz!" Indeed.
And yet when Papa is talking to the littles, an entirely different sort of voice.
More on that, soon.
Please do continue!
Lovely and dreamy and... I love the lessers, especially enjoy this seeing-story of them in their thackberry tree. Love their song...love the way you gift us with the sights and sounds and plants of the desert & river as you wander... aww yeah, ya left me hangin', storyteller...
Thanks, Pal. I'm so very pleased whenever I see you've been here and felt compelled to leave a note. Worked for the quiet hours this morning on part two, but not there yet and don't want to rush things for expediency at the expense of story. Might have to hang in there a little longer. It's coming together, though.
Thank you for this visit with this little being. I’ve had a couple of these visiting my yard too. They like the lavender stalks in my flower bed. Their song is lovely, and so welcome. Looking forward to the rest of the story.
Good morning, Lorna. I'm fascinated with the lavender connection. Thank you for making time to add a bit of nuance to my growing little library of understanding. They are such kind seeming little souls.
Exquisite!
I hope you know how healing your words and photos are. I am always excited to see your link, like a yellow bird, among the grayness of the news.
This pleases me immensely, Mare.
When I start thinking that I need to rage and wail against the absolute cruelty and insanity of all that is going on these days, I usually come to an understanding that there are more than enough voices who are really, really compelling in that way and that maybe I can help shore up the hearts and minds of fellow distraught beings by helping them to focus their attention, just for a minute on something that will refill their emptying reservoirs, and calm their fluttery hearts for a breath.
You remind me I need to balance - or overbalance - toward nature and the words of benevolent souls, like you, who bring us solace. Thank you, thank you! You do bring us a sacred space to breath and rest our hearts.
You never run out of new ground... we will stay on the trail!
What a lovely thing to say, Philip. More soon.
Your writing is Music to my ears with the love you show for this world around us. Looking forward to the next episode. Thank you
What a gift, Ambermoggie. Thank you.
My wife and I spotted a little bird with a yellow breast like this yesterday on the walking trail. If we see it again I'm going to stop and listen for "a haunting, soothing, falling teeeyooo, repeated again and again." Thank you. Wonderful.
More about that teeeyooo, tomorrow, Douglas.