Six Tiny Things a Week

Jul 02, 2025

This baby Blue Jay was in my cat’s mouth when I pulled it out.
I love cats, not their hunting instinct.
Knowing not to interfere with a stunned bird,
I whispered, “Oh, God, help this baby.”
The Jay sat up, but it couldn’t move.
I texted a photo of it to The Schuylkill Center’s wildlife emergency line.
Then I read the website:
Don’t feed or give water to hurt birds.
Use a towel or gloves to place the bird in a box with a lid.
Darkness helps them feel safe.
A text arrived: Bring it in.
Alone in the car with the bird in the box, I felt I was rushing a loved one to the ER. I stayed silent and slowed over bumps.
At the front desk, I asked the woman, “Do you think he’ll make it?”
She peeked into the box.
“Aww,” she said. “He’ll be fine.”
During morning meditation, a participant read from her journal.
Her source of joy came from keeping an open heart and being the least knowledgeable person in the room.
3. I watched this American Masters, PBS documentary is on Tyrus Wong: The Chinese American artist behind “Bambi”.
Disillusioned with his work at Disney and aware that Bambi was slated for production, Tyrus spent a weekend sketching a series of drawings that captured his vision of the story.
His evocative shadows and expressionistic brushstrokes earned him the role of painting the film’s forests, fields, and backgrounds. However, he was not properly credited for his contribution.
He also made handmade kites and lived to be 106.

I began painting this watercolor, listening to songs from the arc of life by Yo-Yo Ma and Kathryn Stott.
5. I saw these giant oak leaf hydrangea and pulled the car over. I wanted to photograph the towering cones of white petals, dappled pinks, blooming wild into the night before June was gone.

6. I love night walking.

May tiny moments enchant you with gratitude and awe.

Jennifer

Micro-Memoir: Six Tiny Things