The Country Of Me

I was out all day.  When I walked into the kitchen I saw this sweet robin was splashing in the bird bath as if 

he knew I was coming home.  

A dear friend has told me about a new book just out all about robins called The Robin : A Biography by Stephen Moss. 

How could I not read it.....

The sky tonight

soft as a robin's redbreast.

Too tired to write tonight....so a few thoughts which blossomed out of being witnessed by my lovely kinesiologist this morning...

When I lived in Africa

 the county of my birth

I was wired into 

the rhythm of heat

planted into 

and red earth 

and connected to

the pulse of

my own

soul.

And I believed I was responsible for everything.

When I lived in the country of Robin

for 33  years

I hid my 

brightness

from myself

and

from us.

And I believed I was responsible for everything.

And now that I live

in the country of me

with no

responsibilities

for anyone

how will I 

reclaim

the heat of

my child soul 

in this 

cold

climate?