Let Me Tell You One Thing

 November 16 2020 A small little wren has occupied my front porch ledge, no nest, just the ledge, and comes there to sleep nightly.  He has been doing this for many years, possibly five or more, and does nothing else there except sleep.   He gets in a certain corner, tucks his head in his wing and he is down for the night.  I often turn on the porch light to check and make sure he is there.  He almost always is there.  There are some nights he does not come to my porch to sleep, and I wonder where he is.  He is beginning to feel like one of the family.  In fact, when I have family in the evening, they check to see if  the wren is there.  It brings a comforting feeling to me when he does. I assume that this wren has made this place his home base, his go to so to speak.  What an example he is to me in light of the fact that I think about home and home base and where if feels like home.  I can name you a few things that make home feel like home.   It feels like home when the things I have

 During 2020 from the beginning of January until now ( November 14, 2020) things have been in an upside down place for me.  After three years of adjusting and managing the death of my lifelong mate I had ( since I was 13) I had finally come to terms that this is what my life would be without him.  His death took my breath for about three years.  I was someplace breathing air, but it did not feel like life.  I had worked very hard to grieve healthily and feel I did and I am.  It will always be a continual process for us to expand our brain into believing that anything can be normal again after the loss of someone you love and have loved since a young teenager.   I could make humorous remarks about my husband's exit, he always wanted to leave events early and had little patience with lingering after an acceptable time at an event.  I was a lingerer and often wanted to socialize or talk with someone particularly.  We eventually sometimes chose to drive different vehicles to events, bu