Wednesday, October 14, 2009


I have collected bowls for as long as I can remember.  There is something in the openess of a bowl that attracts me. Or maybe it is the circle of the rim.
Both are symbols to me, I guess that is why I have filled my house with them.
Bowls receive things. They are holders. Even when they are empty they hold what we cannot see.
Circles exist begining no end.
Today when I was out in the yard, I saw the birdbath as both. I paused to see its simple beauty.
It was filled with falling leaves and of an autumn day... for me.
My intent was to drain it and put it away, then I spied a lonely robin hopping under the hawthorns not far from me.
It holds water for him. He has a long journey ahead. 
He will soon begin the cycle of migration...let it begin with my bowl.

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If you have landed in my tree..give me a chirp,fluff your feathers...drop... me a comment

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