Spiderweb Sunbird, A Sixty Second Meditation

There’s a space in the barn between the doors we never open and the bales of hay where hidden things happen.

It’s in this space that I found Minnie after she was attacked and lost part of her leg.  It’s also a place where the hens lay their eggs in a clutch when they get broody.

Although for me it feels like a forgotten or neglected space, lives are lived and die there.  Things go on that I will never know.

Sometimes, like today, I remember to look.

When I did, the sun was leaking through the cracks in the barn boards lighting up the spiderwebs that criss-cross the space.  The breeze caused them to bob and bounce.

One web caught my eye because it looked to me like a bird in flight.