Little Hopes
A few weeks ago a relative told me a very sweet story about a little bird nesting high up in the trees in her backyard. There is something about hopes of a new life that bring with it so much joy to whoever witnesses it. Faces smile and positive energy radiate out. Gone were all the worries and concerns we usually carry with us from work. For a brief moment in time, energy focused on the the little nest, the birds nesting in it, and the little eggs. Bird behaviour becomes a new focus of fascination. We end up sitting quietly by watching the mother (or father) fly back and forth and then spending time nesting over the eggs. The little eggs become a part of our life and bring with it 'hope.' "Hope" which comes with the birth of new baby bird. "Hope" that life will continue. "Hope" that all will turn out well and be as we wish for it to be. Sometimes though, life lets us down. A few days ago, I was told the sad news that the little birds would no long...