“It is a strange state to occupy, to feel so physically depleted, while also overflowing with the particular type of repletion that only baby Birds seem to offer.” - I feel this in my bones my sweet, because I remember the time when Maya and Vinnie were 3 weeks old - the constant routine of feeding, grooming, washing and repeat. The joy and exhausted that goes hand in hand. I would do it a thousand times over if I had to, for all the love they have brought in my life. Each one of your baby bird post makes me want to go back to fostering kittens again. Nothing as demanding and fulfilling at the same time as that.
You also fostered kittens☺️? Chloe’s posts always remind me of my kitten fostering times too, waking up in exhausted love several times in the night tending to little bodies.
Kindred indeed 🥰❤️!! It is deeply cleansing, and heart opening and breaking, all of it. It’s strange how one can miss the days of such emotional work, but it seems what you gain from it is so deeply balanced with what it requires you to give! I love learning this about you Swarnali!!
Thank you for being here Chloe ..I love your bird voice and I too can’t parallel park ..I thought you might like to hear a song about a dead rabbit called Billy
I love when you colour my thoughts and feelings with your clarity and your company. You remind me that I am not sitting alone. The space you offer better equips me for moments where I experience something different - something other than that deep, respectful love for all of life in its wholeness. I wonder after the understanding of one's "togetherness" and one's being "ill-equipped". They are themes I am visting in my own inner world. I sometimes forget how strong a theme utility is in the world, and so I can forget to look for the shadows it casts in how I am holding myself moment to moment. Thank you for the gentle reminder. Much love to you, dear Chloe.
Chloe, this was so deeply tender, both in your musings about your little babies and about your own childlike wonder and cherishing. It brought me back to the days I would weep as a tiny week old kitties would pass away in my palm, and like you, I could do nothing but whisper “It’s okay. You’re loved. You’re not alone.” To align this with the sweet ability of children to see what is precious in all things was just magical. I wish you strength, rest and continual love as your journey mothering the little ones continues 💗🥹
I look forward to your posts. Thank you for articulating the paradox of life and death so exquisitely. Blessings on you, your deep service to birds and death, and your energy levels! ❤️
“It is a strange state to occupy, to feel so physically depleted, while also overflowing with the particular type of repletion that only baby Birds seem to offer.” - I feel this in my bones my sweet, because I remember the time when Maya and Vinnie were 3 weeks old - the constant routine of feeding, grooming, washing and repeat. The joy and exhausted that goes hand in hand. I would do it a thousand times over if I had to, for all the love they have brought in my life. Each one of your baby bird post makes me want to go back to fostering kittens again. Nothing as demanding and fulfilling at the same time as that.
You also fostered kittens☺️? Chloe’s posts always remind me of my kitten fostering times too, waking up in exhausted love several times in the night tending to little bodies.
Oh yes! You too! Such kindred we are then Sabrina! The labour of love and its exhaustion is of the cleansing kind, isn’t it ?
Kindred indeed 🥰❤️!! It is deeply cleansing, and heart opening and breaking, all of it. It’s strange how one can miss the days of such emotional work, but it seems what you gain from it is so deeply balanced with what it requires you to give! I love learning this about you Swarnali!!
Thank you for being here Chloe ..I love your bird voice and I too can’t parallel park ..I thought you might like to hear a song about a dead rabbit called Billy
https://youtu.be/BMt1Btb2Kks?si=prRUqCKUeVVcY-Rk
Heres to the fledglings xxx
You're ok, you're ok...
Sending peace, my friend.
I love when you colour my thoughts and feelings with your clarity and your company. You remind me that I am not sitting alone. The space you offer better equips me for moments where I experience something different - something other than that deep, respectful love for all of life in its wholeness. I wonder after the understanding of one's "togetherness" and one's being "ill-equipped". They are themes I am visting in my own inner world. I sometimes forget how strong a theme utility is in the world, and so I can forget to look for the shadows it casts in how I am holding myself moment to moment. Thank you for the gentle reminder. Much love to you, dear Chloe.
Just the biggest hug ever for you...
Chloe, this was so deeply tender, both in your musings about your little babies and about your own childlike wonder and cherishing. It brought me back to the days I would weep as a tiny week old kitties would pass away in my palm, and like you, I could do nothing but whisper “It’s okay. You’re loved. You’re not alone.” To align this with the sweet ability of children to see what is precious in all things was just magical. I wish you strength, rest and continual love as your journey mothering the little ones continues 💗🥹
I look forward to your posts. Thank you for articulating the paradox of life and death so exquisitely. Blessings on you, your deep service to birds and death, and your energy levels! ❤️