My Zen was not quite the meditative peacefulness I sought.
Listening is a critical skill, that I am probably less skilled at than most. In my defense, I grew up with a family with a different listening strategy.
If there is anything I remember about my Italian stepfather it was him saying after every pant busting, dozen course meal "Did you get enough to eat?"
I kept a good distance away made easier by my 100x digital zoom, made minimal movements beyond the index finger pushing down on the shutter and watched. The bird seemed unconcerned about my appearance.
Let me tell you what I'm NOT doing on May 7, 2016....Naked gardening on World Naked Gardening Day
The best way to explain it was that my heart had been longing to reconnect even before my mind understood the need and the heart was saying - "Do you get it now? Love love love." as if attempting to fix in my mind the importance of taking time for old friends
With a start and heavy heart, I realized why, despite the endless supply of birdseed, one never sees a 300lb chickadee.
It's not quite the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum heist, in fact it preceded that caper, but in my eyes it was just as devastating.
"Sometimes doing the right thing doesn't make everyone happy, just the person who needs it most."