Monday, January 15, 2007

THE NEST




Every morning, my boy-o wakes up and opens his curtains to look into the nest resting in the branches just beyond his window. He is waiting for the baby birds to arrive, though the nest has been abandoned since late-Summer. The nest itself is unremarkable--strewn with bits of paper and straw, a small cup crafted of mud and jutting sticks. It isn't beautiful in the way an oriole or a warbler's is, those clever hanging baskets more artfully crafted than anything I could ever dream of making. Still, the nest sits proudly there--even in its emptiness...and we wait, full of faith that new birds will arrive come Spring to claim it as their home.

This is life--not metaphor, symbolism, or poetry...and yet that nest outside--my son's inspired delight in something so insignificant as this--my own heart, swelling, as I share this vigil of anticipation with him: I know instinctively this is where the story lies. Looping strands of grasses and straw, lacking skills to built a symmetrical structure...I stand here brooding over children, life, and words--my imperfect nest in the stark Winter branches.
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9 Comments:

Anonymous acumamakiki said...

I love this story because it captures the beauty and joy of being little and finding happiness in the little things, something so many of us lose as we grow older.

We don't have a nest, but we have this overhang over our front steps, where these 2 little swallows (I think) sleep each night and my daughter runs to the windows each evening, to make sure her girls are there. She's even named them: Marina and Millie and she gets very upset when they aren't there, devising a story that maybe they were so tired they had to sleep somewhere else.
And me? I get to hose down the steps once a week because as their home, it also includes a toilet, pfft!! (=

10:08 AM  
Blogger Becoming Amethyst said...

Yours and boy-o's story makes my heart ache, Delia. He is going to get very used to waiting, isn't he?
This story is as beautifully and starkly told as the 'nest' you have built.

12:03 PM  
Blogger Becoming Amethyst said...

Yours and boy-o's story makes my heart ache, Delia. He is going to get very used to waiting, isn't he?
This story is as beautifully and starkly told as the 'nest' you have built.

12:03 PM  
Blogger Becoming Amethyst said...

Yours and boy-o's story makes my heart ache, Delia. He is going to get very used to waiting, isn't he?
This story is as beautifully and starkly told as the 'nest' you have built.

12:06 PM  
Blogger Becoming Amethyst said...

Yours and boy-o's story makes my heart ache, Delia. He is going to get very used to waiting, isn't he?
This story is as beautifully and starkly told as the 'nest' you have built.

12:12 PM  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Lovely piece; it's so wonderful to hear of the hope and faith of a young boy. And it's also nice that he is sensitive and aware enough to notice things like the bird's nest being empty and expecting it to be filled.

3:58 PM  
Blogger Amber said...

I hope come Spring, birds will come! How sweet that would be...Be sure to tell us if that happens.

This is lovely writing, and a beautiful picture of family life.

:)

4:40 PM  
Blogger Susannah said...

this makes me fall in love with your little wildie just a bit more.. and you too :-) so good to hear your voice today sweet pea xo

7:33 PM  
Blogger brittany said...

mmm. I should print this out and put it on my fridge for those moments when I forget that this is life, and life is good.

7:55 PM  

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