We weave, together.
We weave together our bric-a-brac, our books, our scattered clothes that miss the laundry basket, our photo albums, our carefully crocheted blankets and gifted throws, our decorative but fully dysfunctional pillows that provide pops of colour like eggs in a nest.
We build all this to create a fortress of safety, our decor, our lives wrapped all around us.
And then - we break it.
The chicks fledge, and the wear and tear on the branches is suddenly more evident. There’s scuffs and smears and you realize it’s no longer a nest anymore. Can it be again? Maybe it’s time to also fledge. So we make minor touch-ups while also tending to spring yard work. And while I tease out roots, these tender pale reaching digits through dirt, shake loose their history, it’s now with the hopes that I can someday soon uproot my own.
When I place down branches in the pile of brush by the fire pit, I wonder if these interlaced boughs will bear new life, new hope, new Sunday suppers with chicks and eclectic friends around a new dinner table, and a new coziness of future falls with their diminishing light and sharpening air.
I break ground here, so that I can break ground elsewhere.
I build, so that I break and build all over again.
This Week in SciArt
Sharon Beals’ Nests collections are simple in concept - images of intricate birds’ nests collected over the years by museums, photographed against black backdrops - but are impactful in providing a vehicle for raising awareness of habitat loss and climate change.
Looking through the collections she’s photographed over the years is fascinating. How can a small creature weave together such an immaculate creation in such a short amount of time?
Love the bird photos. Especially the Swallow, one of my favourite birds.
Fascinating and beautiful, Bryn - words and pictures, both. Awesome post.