A few days before the storm,

my two year old son and I were looking at the prints the fallen leaves were making, wet on the ground. We happened along this bird, nestled in a bed of leaves by a curb. Mato asked me if the bird was sleeping, and I said, “his body is sleeping but his spirit is flying”. Of course, the bird was not alive anymore. Mato looked into the air, and said ” I see it!”

One could look at this image of the bird as an omen for what was coming, but we can also strive too hard to make connections, sometimes, instead of just seeing whatever is in front of us: spirit, or flesh, or otherwise.

My healing thoughts go out to those who have lost anyone in the wake of the storm, and I count my blessings that we are all safe and sound here.