Wonder, The Wren, and Keeping the Beat

On re-birth

“But won’t it change everything?” asked bear.

“Hopefully,” replied red fox, “hopefully.”

Mobile: The Wren

Thoughts while making
She’d spent her time quietly, waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

She could feel something new was coming, but she wasn’t sure what.

And that was okay.

Because she *did* know she was ready, even if it meant giving up the warmth.

Oh, how she loved the warmth.

She also liked to hum to herself, a rhythm woven around those beats.

Constant and true, she knew those beats were important.

Hers were sweet songs, mostly, for this is all there was, echoes of things remembered, but not yet known.

There was also that feeling, when she stretched this way and that, a presence from above, tracing the contours, calming, soothing, loving.

This made her happy. As she usually was.

And it felt good. To be connected. In this way. Always.

She was curious what she would find
when she left the nest, finally taking flight.

Little did she know, her parents were, too. And her big brother as well.

Oh what fun they would have in the years ahead, a lifetime of memories to come.

But of this and these she wasn’t aware – yet.

For she hadn’t words.
Or doubt.

She hadn’t fear.
Or worry.

She had only the now.

Pure and complete, a song sung beat by beat.

She had only connection.

Pure and complete, a song sung beat by beat.

And no matter where she was to fly, or what she was to sing, or even who she would become, she would never lose that first song, sung beat by beat.

And so it was. And so it would be.

Her name was Wren, and we’re all so excited to have you join us.