My wife sent me the following link. It concerns a number of
mysterious paper sculptures that appeared around the city of
Edinburgh’s literary sites and libraries. These are wonderful
creations and I encourage anyone that stops by to spend
some time and enjoy them.
After looking at the sculptures I began rereading Wendell Berry's
The Long-Legged House and found the following passage.
"I sat in the open doorway there one afternoon, a rich plot of sunlight
on the floor around me, Curran quietly at work in the room at my back:
I looked up at the ridge beyond the town, the open still sunlit country
of the summer afternoon, and felt a happiness I will never forget"
I have felt that feeling and I have those memories that come welcome
but unbidden, often at the strangest times. And I started to wonder is
that what the person who left the sculptures wanted to capture
or recreate that moment of joy or peace or belonging or rightness
that returns to us through the years.
I thought since there were a number of nests among the
sculptures in Edinburgh that I would include a photo
of a precious find of mine. I found this nest at the base of a spruce
in the mountains some years ago. There was a large flock of
crossbills in the trees so I have assumed this in a crossbill nest.
" For we are green and ever falling from high nests of
wind, the secret houses of the sky, into the jaws of
gorgeous cats and flowers
Not to worry but be handsome and heed these"
Not to Worry