On my way home from my writers group, I saw two black crows by the side of the road. Giant crows with blue-black feathers and full, rounded breasts.
As they walked around inspecting the ground, each held a mouthful of dried straw, wild and tangled like a pile of fried noodles. No doubt, they were building a nest.
I smiled thinking about how nice it is to have a partner in life. Someone to share a cold gray March day. Someone to help build a cozy nest.
Today’s feelings: happy, grateful
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What makes you happy these days? What are you grateful for?
The Flannel Files 
Crows are a symbol of magic and creation. I’ve seen an unusual number of crows around this year (or maybe I’m just noticing them more). Creativity is calling.
I’m feeling my creativity returning slowly … like a fog lifting. And just when I thought I’d never write another word again,
I have a feeling the entire area is going to get more creative starting mid-April or so.
I am happy that I woke up on the green side of the grass this morning… 🙂
I have a friend who always answers the question of “How are you?” by saying she’s grateful for being on the right side of the grass.
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