If you've known me very long, you know I love to take pictures of My Valley. And I love to post them on my blog.
My friend Kimberly described a recent trip to the ocean. When she's there, she said, she gets a greater sense of how big God is. She lets herself go. I get the same feeling from looking at my valley, especially on days like this one, when the Rattlesnake Hills are lit in red and gold. Other days the clouds play in lights and shadows as if the sky is a canvas.
But on the evening I took this photo, I stood on our deck and suddenly there was the sound of wings over my head and the starlings swarmed across the sky. And I caught it on video (with my little camera). Standing by myself, with the wind and the chimes and the birds swooping and churning, it was very close to a spiritual experience.
I returned to my kitchen in awe. In peace.
I know (from a quite hilarious Facebook conversation) that starlings are a nuisance. But on that evening, I gave thanks that even nuisances can be beautiful, can quiet a quickly-beating heart, can reveal God's fingerprints on earth.
*Sorry about the video quality, folks. But maybe it will help you get the idea.*