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.

http://thisiscentralstation.com/featured/mysterious-paper-sculptures/

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

                                   Gwendolyn MacEwen