Kindred spirits
are we,
the imperfect feather
and I.
Kindred souls
are we,
the incomplete nest
and I.
Kindred creatures
are we
the impermanent bird
and I.
- Christiane Weismüller
On one of my daily walks in early spring the fresh wind swept a little nest from last year right in front of my feet. What a beautiful surprise! I put it together with my collection of feathers and eggshells - all signs of spring and new beginnings and at the same time of fragility and impermanence …
Christiane
Dear Christiane, these are beautiful words🌹❤️