I’ve been seeing magpies. Single magpies. I used to get very edgy when that happened. Not so much now. That one for sorrow. Two for joy. Sorrow. I try to accept its place in my life. It has its part to play. In the whole scheme of things. If it is coming then so be it. Yesterday I also saw a jay. He was following close on the heels, so to speak, of a magpie. I love seeing jays. They are not a frequent sight, at least not for me, though I know that there is a nesting couple somewhere near this school. I saw their young feeding off the American’s seed hangers. But it still thrills me to see one. That pink on the wing and the flash of blue and white. They are bringers of portents, omens. Change. I am open to it. My heart opens to it.
