Saturday, December 1, 2012

Verne Bluebird

The days are getting short. There is a chill in the air that can only signal the approach of winter. Flocks of birds fly overhead in an urgent rush to find a warmer place to wait out the cold winter. This is how it has always been. The internal call is too much, and there is no sense in trying to resist.

Verne doesn't feel the call. Verne doesn't feel anything. The bite of the wind and the frantic flights above mean nothing. The events of this last summer were too much, and in an attempt to rid himself  of the pain he allowed himself to become lobotomized. The cold means nothing to Verne. The short grey days are but a glimmer of the gloom he currently feels.  He will be content to let winter ravage his small feathered body. The eternal draw of immediate comfort and warmth do not appeal to him.

Don't feel bad for poor Verne. While he knows he is destined for a time of suffering, he also knows that soon enough there will be the warmth of Spring.


  1. Ahh...but Verne is spectacular in his bright blue shawl. Well done, as usual :)

  2. Lovely. I cannot wait until he feels that spring warmth.

  3. I had the unfortunate and wonderful privilege of spending much of this morning with a father that had just lost his son. Your words, upon reading after I got back home, made me realize he might once again be O.K. I know this sounds stupid, but in some way, you are making what I have to do, seem better. Your artwork transcends all of these thoughts and helps me dive straight in and tell people the worst news they ever have gotten, not knowing everything will be alright, but that somehow, as wrong as it seems, life goes on. I've never met you, but I have on a different level. I guess I've met you several times. I hate having to meet you and tell you the awful truth. I have no words... I just wish I could see this wonderful part of your process of grief that I almost never see once I've left a person's house. Once I've given the bad news. Thank you for sharing. You are in my heart and you've also helped me. So Much. I hope we meet in person one day and I can give you a great big hug.

  4. Please know that many still grieve with you, Dave, and, like Verne, trust in knowing there will be a spring for you and your family.

    Bonnie (aka RoxyBlue)

  5. I hope this doesn't come across as cheesy, but the days are very slowly growing longer with light now.

    1. not cheesy at all. Thanks for the comment. Seems I need the reminder to focus on the light because the dark has been pretty overwhelming lately.