|Is that a murmur of starlings?! I couldn't tell, but I was driving & tried my best to catch these guys on the fly. ;) ;)|
"... Ah world, what lessons you prepare for us; even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city..."
Bonjour, all! It's been a while. But we're coming out of hibernation. Yesterday when I was leaving for work and saying goodbye to my kitty Ollie, we heard birds chirping outside. He looked at me like, "Wait, what?! Did you hear that?! Those are birds!" I'm almost positive that's what he'd say if he could.
Which reminded me that I've been meaning to share this magic below. I'm sure many of you have seen it. If you have, it's worth another watch. If you haven't, I'm betting you'll appreciate it.
And my words cannot convey the experience the viewer has. But Lulu Miller's can. Kristen and I are big fans of Radiolab. (You can view K's first post here.) So when I stumbled upon Lulu's post on this Murmuring video, which perfectly explains what makes it all the special it is, I was so pleased and excited to also find her feature on Mary Oliver.
While the snow has been beautiful, we're all pretty tired of the cold and slush and dark, aren't we. We're ready to welcome the sun in and put our boots away. Mary Oliver's poem "Starlings in Winter" from her collection Owls and Other Fantasies, copyright 2003, speaks to the wonder and comfort we need in these last days of winter.
Read by Lulu Miller:
Something else for you: I've had Tyler Lyle's EP Expatriates on repeat for the past three weeks (thanks to Songs for the Day). While, I've been familiar with Tyler's music, I was not prepared for this group of songs. They have comforted me, challenged me, and just resonated in these tiring days. "Ithaca," in particular is a stand alone 12-minute journey of "Hallelujah and God damn." The night I heard this song, I woke up around 2 am wanting to hear it again.
So I'll end here with Tyler's words,
"... This is for the last few dark cold days of winter when the books are heavier, the thoughts are stranger, and the light is more foreign... "
City pigeons on my red line commute home.
Be well, friends,