Good Evening, God!
It was hard to leave Cape Cod, God. We spent two nights each with Lucy and then Floy, two friends made years ago. Actually, we ended up staying a third night with Floy. That was after she told me about Beech Forest at the tip of the Cape, where generations of chickadees have grown up eating seeds out of people’s hands. It was irresistible!
So we adjusted our plans and Floy drove us out to the top of the Cape — stopping for me to take photos along the way.
Once there, the chickadees were waiting for us — and quickly lit on our hands — just long enough to snatch a seed and fly off. The feel of their little feet grasping my fingers was a thrill. Those fleeting contacts brought ripples of joy. Perhaps the writer who dubbed Pets as Vitamin P was right, God. Pets do center us. But, a connection with wild creatures seems even more powerful.
I’m smiling, God. I feel as if our visit to Cape Cod was just as brief as that of a chickadee on my hand. And we too, shall soon fly off home.
I’m writing from Andover, Mass., where Kit went to school more than 60 years ago. Years before females attended . . . and years before the school opened itself to broader spectrums of young people.
Hmm. We are not done opening ourselves, are we God. Or I should say I am not done. The world is so full of such wonderful things, . . . Thank You!
Safe journey home, friends….sounds like you found the perfect antidote for the exposure to evil and fearsome events in Boston! for myself, I’m afraid that my basic trust in people is really impacted by the serial horrors to which we are exposed. I have always found distrust of large groups, e.g. Muslims, abhorent….now, I am challenged not to become rejecting and paranoid about “diversity”, religious or political. No doubt something to pray about….