Today I heard a rustling outside of the open window of my little cabin. I climbed down from my lofted bed and whatever had been there disappeared in a burst of blue and black. My mind told me Steller's jay. I waited at the window for a few seconds and it returned. A beautiful big male, his black crest stretching high on top of his head as though he were the king of the whole world. It is so easy to forget how large a bird can be until you see it up close. The branch he perched on bowed under the weight of him, he pulled two leaves free with his beak, and then dropped them to the ground. He moved on to another branch, chirped five or six times, and then vanished back into the forest.
I am grateful for the times when I am reminded that there is so much beauty in the world. Try as we might, humans just can't snuff out the creative impulse that the world brings to fruition through life.
