WTJ Wk 3 -- Healing

The breaking of my journal last week inspired a weird sort of compassion. I felt very sorry for my little book and set about putting it back together. There is something very tender that emerges when you go about healing something.

This week, walking out of the movies, a group of three 11ish young girls  huddled around a baby bird fallen from of tree, obviously not long for this world, but it's little beak was open trying to breathe and little eyes shut as one of the girls cradled it in her palm. When I walked by they looked at me wondering what to do. I've been here when my boys were younger, when I was younger, and there was nothing at all that could be done except to set it back down on the ground under the tree. 

The smooth faces, fly-away hair, bare legs and arms in shorts and strapped tee's, and the earnest  "What if we do___?" questions reminded me of those careless summer days of youth, of tiny heartbreaks that made one grow-up a little bit when one wasn't looking. The bird could not be healed, but the desire was there. There was a little connection of love between us five as the one girl laid the tiny thing back on the ground. I turned to leave while those three, fledglings themselves, stayed behind, probably doing that thing us women still do when together during grief, confusion & transitions -- finding comfort in our sisterhood.

I've enjoyed that unexpected gift with this journal -- the sisterhood. 

So, here is my healed book, much better than before, and a new motto on the front {click on the picture to read it,} and it smells so heavenly too!

Bright Blessings

Cyn 

PS - I think the colored duct tape was a true inspiration from above!