Last night, after Cardinal time, while preparing the house for our evening, I saw dust. I was lowering the blinds in the living room. There was dust. Lots of dust.
I went for the lamb's wool duster. I had to hunt for it. I turned on the ceiling fixture so I could see better. There was dust. Where did all this dust come from? I had a few minutes before it would be time to start supper. I came to my desk thinking I would come visiting. See what was going on with you. After a short while the desire to clean the wood blinds in the kitchen came over me. When my husband came home from work he found me sitting in the sink. I was cleaning. I had been bitten by the cleaning bug. This is no ordinary bug. This desire to dust and sweep the crumbs away only comes once in awhile.
This morning the desire to clean was strong. I began scrubbing the floors and walls. I dusted ceilings and shook curtains. Inside and outside the cabinets my dust cloth wiped. I flew about cleaning and singing and having so much fun. The tops of the doors, crown molding, chair rails and the baseboards were all dusted. The crevice tool came out. This is serious cleaning. I scrubbed floors and tile. Windows and sills washed and polished. I am not expecting company. I am not entertaining. I do not know why I am cleaning as if an event is about to happen.
Then I heard the birds. Oh my, I forgot to feed the birds.
I gathered the seed and the nuts and went out. They were waiting for me.
I realized how smitten I am with the birds. All of them. I am delighted with the Cardinals. The Sparrows make me laugh. The Gold Finches are so sweet. The Purple Finches glitter in the light. I enjoy bird time. It is not a case of one or the other. I can be bitten and smitten at the same time. I can take care of the house, the gardens, me and the birds. Today I have enthusiasm. Today I have energy. Today I am excited. The Season of Light is coming. I am preparing to let the light in. I am preparing to shine.
"The Pillow Book" arrived a few weeks ago. There are many translations.
SeiShonagon (966-1017) kept a journal while living at the imperial court of Empress Teishi, in what is now Kyoto, Japan. Her work is considered a classic. One I have never read.
Liza Dalby refers to this journal often in "East Wind Melts the Ice". I am intrigued. My daughter used different passages as jumping off points for writing exercises when she studied for her masters. I too am using "The Pillow Book" for inspiration. If you would like to join in I will post a little something for "Book Club". I think this will be a fun winter activity.
The forecast is for sunny skies and 62 degrees. Maybe this afternoon the skies will clear. Maybe this afternoon the wind will shift and warm air will blow in from the south. Maybe so. This morning, the air is cold and the skies are very gray. I felt a little mist when I went to feed the birds.
They waited on me. Once I was wrapped in my blanket and sitting quietly, they came to the deck.
There are many Cardinals. Their numbers keep increasing.
Mockingbird found his cherry. I set out a bowl of them for him. The birds are telling me a storm is on the way. I believe the birds.
Life changes, sometimes so gradually it is hard to notice.
My friend came over for an unexpected visit. Once we visited each week. Now not even once a month. Her life has changed. The demands of work and family have taken her time and her attention. Her wants and needs are different.
We shared a cup of soup. She told of her comings and goings.
She has changed.
I am aware of the subtle changes of nature.
I watch as the leaves turn and slowly slip off the branches.
I watch the light change as dawn turns to twilight. It is with people I seldom see the subtle change. I too am different. I too have changed. Many moons have passed over my roof. My coming and goings are with the butterflies and the birds.