"Ruby-throated sparrow ..."

"... sing a song, don't be long; thrill me to the marrow..."

Don and just returned from a wonderful wedding weekend trip in San Diego.  And although it was great to see so many friends, we were happiest on our return because we were coming back to our kidz.  We really missed Belle and Beau--and by all accounts, they missed us too.

In our usual morning routine, I paused to take note that right outside our living room window were two tiny birds pecking for food in the flower basket. It was actually Beauregard that I noticed first because his long, lean body was frozen in rapt attention.  The little birdies seemed oblivious to the voyeuristic predator that they hypnotized with their actions.  This scenario lasted for several minutes. Beau did not move an inch until the birds flitted away.  These may have been the first up close and personal birds he  has observed in his young life. And for me, I had never seen these little brown birds with their red throats before until I ascertained that these little creatures were ruby-throated sparrows.  The melodic song lyrics from Crosby, Stills and Nash began to play in my head as I took notice of their colorations.  Who knew they were singing about real birds and not some redheaded singers they met on a concert tour.

Our San Diego trip was short and sweet.  Invited to facilitate the wedding of a dear friend (and former congregant) Don was able to also arrange a couple of business meetings while we were there. So our social time was minimal but we packed in as much as we could. Including, a trip to Petco park to see the Padres whoop the Diamondbacks into submission.  "There is nothing like a game. Nothin' in the world." (My variation on a theme.)

The wedding was in Point Loma and took place overlooking the harbor and the beautiful San Diego skyline. Weather was perfect--albeit a bit squinty for those of us not able to wear sunglasses during the ceremony.  The bride looked radiant and she and her groom were so clearly in love with each other and their new family life.  She hired a great DJ who had us all rocking and dancing for hours; blessedly without having to do the Chicken Dance.

On Sunday, Don, his boss, Joni, and I went to visit the Vision Center for Spiritual Living.  I had not been back to this church in over two years.  It was wonderful to surprise folks and be able to see so many wonderful people that I have missed.  Not to mention (but I will) Joel Anderson knowing my Apple allegiance, gifted me with his old iPhone while we were there. Woohoo. Finally.  Now that was quite the parting gift.

We made it under the wire onto our completely full plane but didn't get to sit together.  I caught up on the magazines I brought to read.  Don and I had time at the Sacramento airport while waiting for our Chico shuttle van and we talked about how wonderful this trip turned out to be and how blessed we feel with our friends, family and lives.

This trip was significant for me to "go back" but moreso to confirm that I although I miss many people and aspects of San Diego, I am happy here. It gave me more enthusiasm to continue with the work for which I am charged in creating a vibrant spiritual center here in Chico.

C'mon, sing along ...

"It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud
I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard

Remember what we've said and done and felt
about each other
Oh babe, have mercy
Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard-

Tearing yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying
This does not mean I don't love you
I do, that's forever, yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are
And you make it hard

Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret. Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart
And I love you.

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard
And you make it hard

Friday evening, Sunday in the afternoon
What have you got to lose?
Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.
What have you got to lose?
Can I tell it like it is? Help me I'm sufferin'
Listen to me baby-Help me I'm dyin'
It's my heart that's a sufferin', it's a dyin'
That's what I have to lose
I've got an answer
I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?
Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow
Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting

Change my life, make it right
Be my lady.
Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo."

"Suite Judy Blue Eyes" by Stephen Stills, 1969


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