I can't seem to sleep on Shabbat anymore, so I try to pay special attention to what I see, I mean even more than usual. This May or may not be the thing to do, I don't know- but if I can't nap & dream "the dream" than it seems, yes, I should do the other. Yesterday, I stepped outside on my front porch to have some water & peaceful thought. In my front yard there is a slender pine tree. For people who know pines, I can write here that I think it is a Norfolk Pine. My "knowledge" of Pine Kind however is based on a little tree our 5th grade (6th?) class had in a pot because one of the students brought it in. I believe it lived, no credit due to any of us. I believe it went home with its original harbinger, and I hope it was planted somewhere with hope and live. Maybe it grows strong & tall today. Maybe it's in my eye now, in my front yard. Well, let's say I just don't know.
As I watched yesterday, a mid sized group of birds, some sort of subgroup to the rest of the crowd, swooped in. There was a circle higher up, then a half circle at my eye level in what I believe was an accidental grand entrance. But back to the tree. They began to land in it. First one, then three as it slowly filled. November in Florida is windy, so at first I noted nothing as it swayed. Then, as the tree filled up, the top began to dip down as more birds landed. Thus, a cycle began. As the tree bent with weight it couldn't support, the blackbirds would fly off. Then, as the trunk straightened again, more birds would fly back on. The tree would bend again, the visitors would have to fly off or be dumped. The birds, being birds, had no idea they were causing any stress. They weren't looking at the tree, they were looking out. The tree bending was just another variable in their flighty existence. They had landed on something, those that they knew were there, and they were looking outward. What insects might be flying nearby? What other birds, friend or foe? Where might they go next, maybe somewhere better with more insects or slower ones. Soon the birds had moved on, and Nora the Norfolk pine remained & grew, swaying in the wind as any tree might.
G*d is always trying to tell you something.
And, for your perusal this Sunday, a clip from The Color Purple that raises the hair on my arms every time.