Words from Pep

Beauty Enough…

My fingers slid along the back of her neck, over a soft shoulder and slipped gradually down her side. A gentle but deep breath told me inner tension was giving way to trust. Her eyes slowly closed as my words of reassurance united our beings. I moved my hand under her back and lifted her feathered body from the snow. Thinking the reflection was her entrance to the sky she had crashed against the glass. What could I do? She and I were helpless, my only offering, sympathy and compassion. I carried her inside and placed her on a towel near the window…The bookends of life, birth and death, bring profound awe and wonder, confusion and bewilderment. From where do we come—go? To ponder our destiny with honesty leaves us speechless, able to cling only to hope in our ancient stories, our faith…Miraculously, her eye quivered, opened. She nodded, rested her beak on the towel, moved a trembling wing. What seemed her fate was not to be, as life-giving spirit returned to animate this fragile life…The breath of life, the field of being, seems to me to transcend this plane of existence. Yet, if the grace that gives me consciousness is only now, it is beauty enough. I remind myself daily of this privilege in order to honor this miracle of the universe…I set her tenderly back on the snow and stepped to the side. She momentarily studied the scene and burst into flight resting a short distance away in a dogwood. She whispered a gentle coo as doves do and continued her journey to the sky. www.theteacherwithin.com
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ONE WORLD  –  ONE FAMILY OF MAN  –  ONE CREATOR OF ALL