struck the bedroom window with such force thatsome of what had been inside him was left behind on the glass. Not just a smattering of feathers, but something dark and smeary. As a re-sult, he was left not just winded, but dead, on the ground below.It is a common occurrence. Birds of all stripes and breeds see in the win-dows a reflection of the surrounding landscape and mistake it for the realthing. Imagining themselves in the clear, they instead slam into hard glassand, at least, lie stunned and winded for a while as they recover. Often, how-ever, they break their necks, and die almost immediately.
Reflectionsby the Pond
September 19, 2011No. 517
For He willeth that we be occupied in knowing and loving till the time that we shallbe fulfilled in Heaven… For of all things the beholding and the loving of the Makermaketh the soul to seem less in his own sight, and most filleth him with reverentdread and true meekness; with plenty of charity to his even-Christians.
Julian of Norwich
Through a Glass Darkly