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REACHING OUT ONCE AGAIN ©By Russ







White clouds stretched impossibly thin, pass by the window where I lie. And sail across a deep blue sky to dissapear from my sight. An orange and black gross-beak does much the same....he is there for a second and gone. Leaf-laden branches bob and sway in the wind. A sea of green moves restlessly just beyond my window pane. I see much less here at the window than from out on my porch. And it is there that I want to go. The squirrel leaps from the oak to the roof. I hear its skittering claws as it heads undisturbed for the seeds on the porch. Birds fly in and out in of the yard in rapid succession, loading up on seeds and fruit from feeders to carry to nestlings. My strength comes and goes, as does the pain. These crutches sometimes will bear me and sometimes not. Fear and helplessness almost overtake me as I lie here looking out my window. A young jay on his own for the very first time, picks up a large seed, wedges it between his feet to crack open, drops it, flys clumsily down to pick it up, and tries again. I, though infinintely older and wiser to the ways of the world, have been doing much the same, not with seeds, and assuredly without this bird's enthusiastic calm. And I see quickly the lesson here at hand. I nod my head with both thanks and sympathetic understanding, as I stretch out my aching arms for my crutches and vow to try once again.
Russ





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