Because sometimes we can’t talk about the hardest subjects: the unjust wars, the prejudiced policies, an exceedingly endangered planet. Neither can we talk about our own failures and regrets, nor the increasing number of loved ones lost, nor my parents’ aging bodies. Certainly not the multitude of ways we adore them and fear losing them. Those conversations cut too close to the bone. They snag in our throats. So instead our sightings plead: Please stay safe. Please stay whole and well.
Instead we talk about the loons feeding their baby, the mink sluicing into the lake, the nymph unfurling into a dragonfly. These stories say what we mean: that the world is full and round, filled with fervor and wildness, pulsing with fear and love, wingbeats and whispered devotions. {read}