A Party of Parrots

The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I.

Rumi

For weeks I have heard them laughing and chattering in the alley and on the street

They seem the happiest of birds

never lacking for something to say

striking a pose for the admiring human on the ground

If you have discovered a truth, tell it first to a parrot! Every new truth needs an insistent repetition!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

A Party of Parrots

It’s 6:30 am -

and it’s a party.

You weren’t invited -

But it really doesn’t matter,

When the green parrots gather

you are welcome

and expected.

It will be noisy

and rowdy -

There will be shouting.

and singing.

There will be hopping around

from foot to foot.

When you leave,

they’ll be laughing

and nattering on

behind your back.

But still;

You’ll look for them

tomorrow.

Parrots are not native to Florida, but they are flourishing here. (Technically, these are Psittacara Leucophtalmus, a species of parakeet.) They are loud and lovely. This time of year, they are everywhere, but specifically, they are in the alley behind my apartment every morning between 6:00-7:00 am, and they are having a party. (If you want to hear the sound, click here. This doesn’t completely do it justice, but you get a little idea.) For me, this is fantastic. They help me start my morning off feeling a little lighter, a little happier. Hope you like them too!

Thank you so much for being here. See you next week.

glorious in green on a grey morning

Waking up to the Moon

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.

Frederic Lawrence Knowles

02/23/24 Friday morning - the moon by itself

02/23/24 Friday Morning - the moon, in context, in the western sky

02/24/24 Saturday morning - golden light on her face

02/25/2024 Sunday morning, falling into the field

02/26/24 - Monday, between the branches of a tree

The earth, in fair and grateful exchange, pays back to the moon an illumination similar to that which it receives from her throughout nearly all the darkest gloom of the night.

Galileo Galilei

In a field in Texas,

in the early morning light -

I watch the moon descending.

Old friend of earth,

she bonds me to

all who see,

or have ever seen

her radiant face -

in our lineage

of wonder.

Visiting family in Texas this week. I woke up every morning to see the moon, to have a little quiet time outside to myself. I realized while I was standing out there in the field watching the moon descend in the west, and the sun rise in the east - that people have been doing this for thousands of years. It made me feel connected to a long line of dreamers…including you.

Thank you so much for being here. Love y’all.

…and while the moon was setting in the west - all week - the sun rose on the opposite side of the field.

Sunrise

Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.

Henry David Thoreau

gorgonian branches reaching for sunlight

the sun rises dripping from the ocean

a stranded man-o-war dressed in blue and gold

humans interact with the elements in beautiful and curious ways (man standing on a stack of beach loungers, flying a drone)

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread.

John Muir

Rising before dawn

I hear morning calling me-

with a seagull’s voice.

One thing I really love about being in Miami is going down to the ocean to watch the sun rise every day. This week the sky has been spectacular. I hesitate to share sunrise photos sometimes, because someone once told me sunrise/sunset photos are cliches. So - here’s to celebrating a beautiful cliche. Hope you can get out to see one in person wherever you are.

Thank you so much for being here. See you next week!

A great egret spreads his wings in the park. I wonder if he knows how beautiful he is. Time to fly.