Chickadees woke me this morning! I smiled. Every year this happens! Instantly, I'm drawn back to the Spring of 1987. ...I'm walking barefoot through the woods, six months pregnant with my daughter. We're on our way to the lagoon. The chickadees are singing in the trees around us. They're calling to each other, singing for joy as they announce the beginning of Spring.... Cheery and sweet, their Spring song awakened us, serenaded us and accompanied us daily. The Chickadee's song is my daughter's song. Does your baby have a song yet? Listen. You will hear it. How will you know? You'll smile. Is it a bird's song.... or the song of the river or the sea? May your baby's song bring you smiles for many years to come.
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Deborah DayalArchives
March 2021
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