I went out in the calm and the quiet today, and I wandered through a little flock of birds who were wearing constellations against the cold. We don't usually get many of their kind in our neighbourhood, so it was nice to be on a hill away from home and glance down to see night wings - only starlings, such ordinary little birds, but who says ordinary things aren't precious?
Like quiet windchimes made from shells through which the sea has washed a hole ...
Like days when you don't do much more than wander about looking at things, loving them.
Like stories that have no amazing cleverness, only good, mindful words in the service of relationship.
Like everyday friends and kind, humble people.
And like this short video on how wolves change the environment.
[Today's picture was processed with a Kim Klassen texture]