When the weather is this bad, all I want to do is hole up inside my house. Maybe look through some photos I took of blaring sunstruck beaches and blossoming green plants. Find those photos from that red rock canyon trip.
That’s what I want to do. Then I see this crazy robin that arrived last week when we had thawing temperatures. Today he’s defying a spring snowstorm. He’s full of conviction. And love.
He’s a force of nature.
For me, nature is the most incredible teacher there is. It moves me to love, rejoice, wake up. It cuts through words and hype.
When I can’t think, can’t write, can’t draw, can’t sleep— I resort to a walk in whatever’s out there; night, rain, wind, heat.
Because I come home cleaned out, filled up, ready to go at it again. To try again.
I took this robin photo a few years ago in March, or April. Someday I’d like to find a way to paint it to include what it makes me feel. Or, I could use it to show me how round a puffed up robin is. “See, a round bird.”
Or I can use this robin in my life. I can be like him. I can be a force.