Saturday, September 18, 2010
As far as I can remember 'Robins' have always been little birds that have fascinated me. Numerous story books as a child had Robins illustrating stories and of course Christmas stories seem to portray this cute little friend too. We have a few in our garden but they are such private little things that we never know where they live. This week I had a very frustrated son. He just was not satisfied. He wanted to go here and there. Was somewhat demanding of my time . He especially felt like going out and about. Unusual for him. Seeking something to fill a space. Eventually I told him that happiness was often found outside and that he needed to go exploring. the outside schoolroom has never let me down. With a huff and a BIG puff, he spent time on his own looking for little oak trees to bonsai. On one of these bottom in the air, nose to the ground efforts, he heard some faint little calls. There in our miniature date palm was a little nest with three baby Robins. Mouths yellow and wide open waiting for Mama to bring some worms. Well, Aaron was delighted...I was delighted. Gifts like these are there if we just stop, listen and open ourselves to the other little world out there. So, Aaron found his small oak tree and has a little family of Robins to watch grow. What a treasure~!
I too have this young man making our green juice shots in the mornings. He collects the wheatgrass and sunflower seedlings, washes and prepares. I am very pround of him and his sisters for taking these shots daily.
A happy day to you all~