Grab Bag Friday: Continuing to Peep After the Frogs Go to Sleep

This summer, my sister-in-law Ellen Crow added her lovely voice (or peep, as you will see in this week's post) to the blogosphere. Her new blog, the earth is my journal and the ink is my breath (the title is from a Jeannine Parvati Baker quote) is a lovely set of musings on life, work, nature, and spirit. This week, I loved her description of a spruce tree filled with birds:

"It sounded at first like an enchanted rain, in which songs were trapped in each droplet, bursting open with music as they broke over branch and trickled down through the gray air."

Then later, she compares the birds in the overfull tree to the millions of voices online and contemplates her place in the online landscape:

"If this online land we've mutually created suddenly sounded, it's murmur rising above the pecking of my keys, resonant with millions of voices, humid with emotion, a storm cloud promising life, thunder, release . . . I imagine some corner of this land would light up like the spruce this morning, voluminous with invisible minstrels, and it would because we gather, and peep, squawk, or trickle out our particular verse for this particular moment on our particular path."

Reading Ellen's blog forces me to take a moment to slow down, think quietly, and breathe. I hope you'll stop by, say hello, and add your own peep to her world.