My World Tuesday: The Priest of Dreams
Allow me to introduce you to the White Dude. He is the elusive and beautiful white heron who lives quietly and gracefully flitting along the intracoastal waterway near my parents' North Carolina home. He moves like a tai chi master, completely unpeturbed by the noisy, bossy mama osprey who is always calling for room service.
The White Dude seems always to be just beyond the reach of my too-short lens--though sometimes he's pretty close when I notice him. I was happy to see him back around the homestead and living his not-of-this-world life so well, so I took his picture a bunch of times anyway. The photos are terrible but they speak to my mood at the moment.
Luke is gone, Luis is gone, the Gulf is an oily mess, every other story in the local paper is about some pervert's molesting a minor (and most of those perverts are government employees)--and I'm ready for some good news.
This beautiful bird in this not-so-hot photo reminds me to hang in there, to keep on--even as I wonder if the mess in the Gulf will contaminate his habitat.
My resolves: To love what I have. To let it love me back. To dream a little. And thank the good guys for being there.
So thank you.
My World Tuesday