Blue Love

Bluebird Chicks

Back and forth. In and out. The bluebirds work throughout the day to feed their chicks. Is it really work that drives them? Instinct? Or is it love? If love makes possible all that is, then I see love at work as I watch the bluebirds.

The bluebirds’ love spills over me. As I observe them, my heart rate slows. My respiration steadies. My stress melts away. I feel love.

I hear their sweet, soft song. It sounds like comfort. It sounds like promise. It sounds like love.

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