Mid-morning. You and Carol and the cat were watching a baby robin preening on the deck while Mom and Dad were about. Cute little guy with ruffled gray and white spotted feathers, stretching his wings, thinking about flying. Really, waiting for the body to fly, he doesn’t have to think about a pre-condition of the species.
I'd like to take a couple photos of the baby robin.
Grandma Earth would like that display. – Amorella.
I haven’t thought about Grandma lately, at least not consciously, though I was out enjoying the afternoon in the back yard yesterday.
You love her book character still.
I do. Constantly at work creating, nurturing and then letting go all at once, a never-ending task.
Just like motherhood.
Women and men are not equal in that way.
No, they are not. Women and men are, they exist as a part of a species. Equal under the law is one thing, otherwise they are not equal, they are human.
Some people may not like that – is it going to play a part in the books?
Yes, indeed. In book six, modern times, during the second rebellion of the Dead.
I cannot imagine such a book. How in the world would the Dead have anything to do with us living now?
This is the primary reason why there is book four and five. You have some lifetimes to go, boy. Drop the photos in, post, and take a break. – Amorella
Babe in cropped photo
Mom and Babe Robin
I think our black and white, pink nosed, green-eyed Jadah would just toy with it as she has plenty of food.
Since when does anyone know what a cat will do? Post. – Amorella.
“I know, Grandma knows everything about this planet, galaxy and universe. The boy is too good natured, but ‘Boy, nature is what it is, just like you are. Nature ain’t human boy and there should be no forgetting that. You hear me, son?’”
I do, Grandma. When you talk I try to listen from my toes up.
“Now, get about your business. No bird on the deck now. Gone with the wind, boy.”
(I knew that, Carol just said the bird was gone.)
Good, just testing you, boy. - Amorella.
(I knew that, Carol just said the bird was gone.)
Good, just testing you, boy. - Amorella.
Later afternoon. Had lunch, again at Chipotle/Panera and a child’s ice cream in a cup at Graeter’s. Errands and yard chores, dropped Carol off for a walk at Pine Hill Park while you finished one more errand. So, here you are waiting in the lot, and here comes Carol up the hill behind you.
Moving towards dusk. Cereal for supper while watching the local and national news. You and Carol watched a comedy lawyer show from last night, “Bash” was in the title. Top left of your computer screen is the photo of the shaman statue placed on yesterday’s posting. You find it strangely animated with facial emotion.
I have to say, I think the birds do speak, but I don’t know if it is as a shaman would think. I remember going into school one morning in late Spring, 1984, and a bird was in a bush on the right, as I neared the front door of the high school. Its chirps seemed regular but I sensed a suppressed omen, at least I thought it might be an omen at the time.
The chirping was followed by a quiet hollowness, then another chirp followed by a strange hollowness – that is how I received and interpreted it before walking through the doorway. It was an irregular event and it caused me to sense something was afoot, a change (even a slight shift in time). Then, in a couple of weeks or maybe a month, I sent in my resignation after I had acquired a new teaching job (that had just popped open) closer to where we lived, in Mason.
Anyway, I found a job closer to my home and daughter was begin her first grade school year in the same system that Fall. The opportunity came up and I took it with no regrets. The move to a new school worked in my personal favor. When daughter was a senior she chose to take my AP British literature class. It was a wonderful year for both of us. I will never forget it. Such a joy to see her in my class every day. She still has her lecture notes, well, she loaned them to me as I loaned mine to a fellow teacher who promised to return them one day.
Would you say this before an Angel of G—D?
The bird speaking as the point of context, yes, I would. It was not saying ‘hello’ or ‘good-bye’ it was in the odd silence between the chirps, that’s what caught my attention and immediate intuition. Was there an actual connection between the intuition (it is time to look for another place to teach) and the bird chirping? I do not know. I know that within a week or so I made a call to Mason about employment; a job in the English department had just opened. I had my interviews and decided to take it, and I only had a short time left to legally resign from Indian Hill, which I did. A coincidence in timing. Fate? Who knows? Anyway, when the opportunity presented itself and I was ready to act so I acted. This is no different from the events in a lot of peoples' professional lives – well, perhaps, except for the silence between the bird chirps. I retired with 37 years of service to the State of Ohio. I happily taught and contentedly retired. No regrets. I have never told anyone about the bird chirping before, but as I have to play the part of an ancient Jewish shaman, I am reminded of the incident. If I let my mind go, then perhaps I will 'feel' the part of the shaman, any shaman, whoever the character is. I like to become the characters I play, enough so that, if they were my children I could adopt them as my own.
Acceptable. Post. – Amorella.
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