When painting a nest, you have to create the base first. All the blacks and browns must cover, then the lighter twigs can be added. It would be impossible to add the structure afterwards. To put in the dark shadows after the tans and whites. 

I guess it’s the same in real life. You have to do the work. Put in the time. Do people still do it? The hard things? It’s easy to want to skip ahead. We’re all guilty of that. But I have the reminders. Of all those who nested me. The dirty steps my grandfather took to the field each day. The heeled steps my mother took to the office. Without glory or praise, they built the nest that comforts me still.

Maybe it’s silly, but I put them out for my mother. Jelly beans or a chocolate egg. A small thank you for keeping me safe until I could fly. And still in mid air. The base to my ever changing nest.

So I craft the words each morning. Each a twig. A thank you and a hope. That we all will be saved.