Dark Glass Window

Good beautiful day to you! Rain has fallen all the last days, and now the sun is warming the Earth, and the birds sing so softly.

Yesterday I was painting a painting. I wasn’t inspired. I just wanted so much to paint, to feel the brush in my hands, to pour the paint and begin the strokes of color that feed my mind, to play.

I had a photo of some deer in a field, handy and so I did. I began the painting.

It was there, and then as I painted it was lost. Boring my mind and just a struggle to find it’s personal personality. I painted more, I cut in with new colors. It wasn’t coming together so well. Of course my mind was tired. I hadn’t put much thought into this creation.

I put it aside and let it sit. I thought “Do I throw it away?” But part of me wanted to see what it was meant to be.

I left it to sit for a while, the day had other tasks assigned to it.

Too curious to stop , I later put on my shoes and went back into my studio.

It was dust, night was falling, a peace fell over me. “Surreal quietness,” I thought as I headed over to paint in my slippers.

There was enough light to continue. I had an idea. “Yes, that’s it” I thought to myself.

Brushstrokes mesmerizing my mind, I heard a simple knocking sound. “Hmnnnn” I thought as my thoughts returned to the darkening studio.

I heard it again. A knocking sound.

I finished the painting as it was and went outside to investigate.

The knocking sound was coming from the darkened window of my storage area. I peered into the window and found a robin, pecking frantically, trying so hard to fly through the glass.

“OH!” I thought to myself as I went to the door at the apposite end of the window and pulled on the handle. It was stuck. It hadn’t been opened for some time. I pulled again, it flung open as if it had held it’s breath and could finally exhale!

I then went to the other side and tapped gently on the window pain. The robin was frightened and saw the now opened window and with a mad dash, flew to her escape!

I later saw her hopping on the lawn, relishing her new found freedom.

I closed the storage door, and looked up, and there lay a nest with four tiny little eggs, tucked in with anticipation.

She, this robin, was a mother, who needed a chance.

I felt a sense of joy and purpose as I headed back into the house, the night now fully approaching and I ready to retire.

Perhaps the painting, was secondary to the rescue of the expectant Mother of four.

Who would care about such a detail , the timing of it all.

The mercies of God, who loves to the finest of details, the helpless, the needy, the lost.

It was a night of happening but really perfect timing.

A moment to remember.

Much love to you and tunes ahead!!!

Rachel 🙂