I am water,
Falling on the petals.
I am wind,
Flying with the swallows.
I am light,
Reflected by the water,
Woven from love,
Guiding the swallows home.
My legs are tired from the climb. Sweat stings my eyes. I wipe it away as I sit down on the rock. A cool breeze picks up and catches me by surprise. Over by the pine trees, I see a patch of snow. Eyes closed, I breath in the silence. Peace stretches out and settles in.
Meanwhile, back at home, I open my eyes to see the dishes are nearly dried. The laundry was magically folded and put away. The bed is ready for the night’s rest. My body was busy while my imagination went on an adventure.
My imagination often goes on adventures. It tip-toes on the petals of flowers. It hitches a ride on the back of a barn swallow. It floats high up in the sky with the clouds. It watches the sunrise while on a long walk to its favorite mountain top.
A week ago, my imagination and I met a young barn swallow in the bulrushes near the marsh. He had been left there by his parents who were catching insects and tending to their other young.
“What is it like to fly?” I whispered not wanting to startle him.
“Wonderful,” he replied looking at me with curiosity. “Who are you?“
“A friend,” I reassured him.
His parents returned and chattered a message I didn’t understand. He flew away with them. I thanked him for his company and thought about all he will see before the year is done. The barn swallows arrived in early May. In September, they will begin the long journey south to their winter home.
June 1, 2016
June 4, 2016
June 23 and 24, 2016
Barn swallows collecting mud and twigs for their nests, June 23 and 24, 2016. American robins, western meadowlarks, and dickcissels sing in the background.
A barn swallow adding mud and twigs to her nest, June 23, 2016.
June 30, 2016
Barn swallows flying over the marsh, June 30, 2016. The songs and calls of American robins, meadowlarks, dickcissels, and red-winged blackbirds join the chatter of the barn swallows.
July 14, 2016
July 16, 2016
A young barn swallow resting on a bulrush plant near the marsh, July 16, 2016. Dickcissels and meadowlarks sing in the background.
Take care and thanks for reading.
ps. In July 2014, there was a nest of young barn swallows under the landing outside of my door. The photos and videos of the young barn swallows and their parents are in “Barn Swallows” and “An Empty Nest.”