what she needs

I saw a bird today on my way out of work. She snatched up a small twig by the entrance and flew upwards towards her nest.

I like to imagine that the small twig was the perfect addition to this bird’s home. It was the best size for finishing their nest. Maybe it helped cushion newly laid eggs.

In the midst of stress and the tension in my chest from today’s news headlines, this bird is finding what she needs. And so can I.

And so can I.