MY NEST

Watch me gather and sew and take what I know to fashion where they lay their heads. Every noise is a threat, every flight is a bet I’ve made on the nest I wove and secured in this hidden place. I’ve noticed others do it a different way. They build in eaves or trees with mud or hay, they have much to say about my tactics and place of rest. But this is my nest. And what it holds is in my care. And I was built to hold them there… well.  As only I know to do. Bedtime stories are of desert glories and the mirage of lies, of enemies below and suns that rise, and skies that they will feel one day when they fly.  A constant feeding and leading before they test what they’ve only heard was true. My nest is the best of what I’ve done, but my joy is to watch them become.

40 X 30 in
mixed media painting