Baby Birds

The baby bird flitted across the gap between the cluster of oaks in the field behind the house and the oak in my back yard. It landed lightly on a naked branch and bounced off quickly coming toward the pool screen. It stopped, resting for only seconds and took off again to the tree in the neighbor's yard. It barely landed and came back to the screen for another brief rest. It saw me sitting quietly in the corner for the first time and quickly flashed across the giant expanse from the screen all the way back to the oaks in the field behind the house. Baby cardinals, blue jays, mocking birds, woodpeckers and now this little brown thing fly from the oaks year round. The Twin Oaks Day Care is bustling. New life quickly evolves and the cycle continues. It reminds me of my daughter and her daughter. I wonder if grown up birds put away baby bird things, but hold the wonder of first flight in deep seated memory. Maybe on rare occasions they quietly search old memories, hold their breath, close their eyes, and feel the sweet swoop of new found freedom.

Even the sparrows find a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your alters, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God. Psalm 84:3

Peace. Love, Linda

Who am I?

On any given  day, someone may approach me that I have never met, and I will  be given the opportunity to tell them who I am. I'm Linda Oliverio. That name is not mine alone. From Face Book, I have learned of other Linda Oliverio's quite different from me in most aspects. So what makes me special? The same thing that makes us all special, God's trademark. We are created in his image. We are spirit. It is extremely difficult to imagine ourselves as spirit in this ego driven body, but Jesus very pointedly stated it in the book of John, chapter 6, verse 63, "It is the spirit that gives life;the flesh is useless." That's a tough concept to grasp in a material world, but imagine what strides we would make toward love and peace, if we truly understood it. The spirit gives life. It's humans that spend so much time and effort figuring out how to destroy it.

The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life. John 6: 63b

Peace. Love, Linda

It's Your Day

At dawn when the first light breaks above the horizon and the sky rushes to put on day wear stepping out of its night clothes, anything can happen. In the midst of this remarkable creation, we are given the opportunity to rise up and become the creator. What an awesome responsibility.

When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, 

the moon and the stars that you have established;

what are human beings that you are mindful of them, 

mortals that you care for them?

Yet you have made them a little lower than God,

and crowned them with glory and honor.

You have given them dominion over the works of your hands.

You have put all things under their feet.

Psalms 8:3-6

Peace. Love, Linda 

Morning Stirs

Morning stirs in the trees behind the house as clouds dance across a sky ripe for light and fresh for color. The RA RA RA ruckus of sand hill cranes meeting for morning vespers by the lake shore nearby stirs the air and sound waves bang together with RA RA RA tweet tweet tweet, and the baby birds in the tree behind the fence take a stirring, daring flight toward the oak in the backyard. They flitter into the treetop and stir the leaves so slightly waking the gray squirrels sending them on a scurrying flight up one branch and down another. Lizards, green and black, run up the screen and pause to see who's watching. Red necks bulge and secret messages stir across the air waves as rendezvous are hatched. Morning stirs and so do I as I pour a fresh cup of fragrant coffee mixing in sweet cream and sitting for just awhile in my special place on the back porch untouched, yet, by any perceived slights the day might bring, reveling in grace.

 

Come and see what God has done; he is awesome

in his deeds among mortals.

Psalm 66:5

Evening