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.
3 thoughts on “Spiderweb Sunbird, A Sixty Second Meditation”
I thought so too Susie. Thanks.
Oh just yummy Maria…thank you❤️
Ah, Wendy, I was just thinking about you. So glad you liked this. 🙂