Comments on: The Deeper Music http://jenschroedel.com/2010/03/682/ Sun, 06 May 2012 17:55:05 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: jenny http://jenschroedel.com/2010/03/682/comment-page-1/#comment-438 jenny Thu, 01 Apr 2010 04:36:49 +0000 http://jenschroedel.com/?p=682#comment-438 Dear Amber, My new passion for bird-watching helps me to understand another part of you. You have always been on the lookout for unusual birds. You grasp why this kind of experience can be so extraordinary... When I go to bed at night, I feel excited in the way I used to feel about my morning cup of coffee. Now I could take or leave the coffee. My last thought of each day is "In the morning, there will be birds!" Also, Natalie was talking about God. She asks him not to die. I changed the quote a bit to make it clearer. Dear Amber,

My new passion for bird-watching helps me to understand another part of you. You have always been on the lookout for unusual birds. You grasp why this kind of experience can be so extraordinary…

When I go to bed at night, I feel excited in the way I used to feel about my morning cup of coffee. Now I could take or leave the coffee. My last thought of each day is “In the morning, there will be birds!”

Also, Natalie was talking about God. She asks him not to die. I changed the quote a bit to make it clearer.

]]> By: amber http://jenschroedel.com/2010/03/682/comment-page-1/#comment-437 amber Thu, 01 Apr 2010 03:10:32 +0000 http://jenschroedel.com/?p=682#comment-437 Perhaps because little Ike is taken with "birdies," now more than ever I notice them. A cardinal landed in our path in Central Park the other day and Ike excitedly ran after it. It cheers me to know we both have cardinals firing up our landscapes. I love this poem, and the story of your little scarlet friend is heartbreaking and beautiful. On another note, I wonder who Natalie is asking not to die, God himself? Perhaps because little Ike is taken with “birdies,” now more than ever I notice them. A cardinal landed in our path in Central Park the other day and Ike excitedly ran after it. It cheers me to know we both have cardinals firing up our landscapes.

I love this poem, and the story of your little scarlet friend is heartbreaking and beautiful.

On another note, I wonder who Natalie is asking not to die, God himself?

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